The Ebb and Flow

I get deflated thinking about this now

but i've got got so far away

from where I thought I would be

and this town with it's burning air

and downpour everyday is weighing hard on me.

But I can't fight the ebb and flow,

it's still pulling me.And shifting all the time,

the ebb and flow pulling me with it,

asking me all the time to give into it.I'm equating this town

as this thing that defines me

but where I go I still will be.

And i'm wrong so long as I remain

letting the past hold on to me,

letting myself get lost in it.

But I can't fight the ebb and flow,

it's still pulling me.And shifting all the time,

the ebb and flow pulling me with it,

asking me all the time to give into it.