Captain Ulysses Stood on the shore Exhausted and angry and spent. The sea had recently Taken his ship He was salty and bloody and bent. Each wave struck him, As angry he yelled, And he swung his fists at the sea. But relentless they battered And turned him and drenched him, And knocked him down to his knees. "I've fought against you Nearly all of my life! And the battle has wearied my soul." But the sea pulled back For one final hit, Then it struck him and swallowed him whole. Fighting the ocean, The turbulent motion Was pointless as oceans transform Breaking and crashing Consuming and bashing Change or you'll lose to the storm Each wave struck him, As angry he yelled, And he swung his fists at the sea. Relentless they battered And turned him and drenched him, And knocked him down to his knees. "I've fought against you Nearly all of my life!, And the battle has wearied my soul." But the sea pulled back For one final hit, Then it struck him and swallowed him whole. Fighting the ocean, The turbulent motion Was pointless as oceans transform Breaking and crashing Consuming and bashing Change or you'll lose to the storm Fighting The Ocean, The turbulent motion Was pointless and useless It mocked his devotion For oceans and currents Will ebb and will always transform Breaking and crashing Consuming and bashing Destroying direction Invoking rejection Change and transform Or you always will lose to the storm