Some of my darkest.

“Raging” 12-19-94



Life is like a raging sea

We fight the waves and long to be free

We battle the currents and strive against wind

We hope the light’s brighter but fear it has dimmed

We want to find land, a warm secure place

But we just keep on drifting in a non-ending race

So tired and weary and sick of this game

Wishing it’d change but it’s always the same



Damn the sea and damn the tide

There’s no place for shelter, no place to hide

It just keeps on going, day after day

No time to be happy, no time to play

We don’t have a choice if we stay here or not

The lives that we have are just what we got

We hope it will end so we have to be strong

It seems like forever, so unbearably long

I pray that someday we’ll find quiet rest

When we reach peaceful harbor, when we’ve finished the test

I long for the day when this quest is no more

When I can sleep sweetly on the warm sunny shore.



G.W. Odland