Sea of Japan (by Adrian Nye and Robert McArthur)
The time it passes like a bullet train
The 5 PM out of Tokyo streaking through the rain
And all I’ve got to show for my life
Is a map of the places I no longer want to go
It’s harder to be what you always thought you could be
Than to swim from here to Japan
So I give up, I capitulate
And I will rest here with my feet in the sand
And my head in the clouds
There’s room for one more
Up here where fools and sages dwell
I see the light on mount Fuji’s snows
Playing in shades of soft pastel
My life is a river running to the sea of japan
And the sea, she receives me, like a Geisha taking my hand
Showing her robes for a man
All I know is I want her, so desperately
I flow and I mingle with the sea
I flow and I mingle with the sea
I flow and I mingle, and am gone.