This momentum's too massive for one man
Roll the waves back to turn the tide
Push back, you say, stay with the washed out plan
Push back, you say, and I wish I could have complied
But I only make an impact
When and where I make contact
Just a series of man sized holes
In the waves that break on the shoals
And when the end comes to my days
I'll know that I dented those waves
And for a second the rocks were relieved
On a level that no one yet concieved
I gave the granite a leave of grief
Silly it seems, but it's my belief
That I've left an intanteagble contribution
I did more than regurgitate noise pollution
I'm not remembered now, and I won't be then
But I'll know that my energy was not ill spent