The Island

I spent four years on an island Walking on the shore Judging the sea around me Though I never swam before It's hard to learn a lesson When you're sure you're always right And the castaways that surround you Are hiding in plain sight I regret the way I was then And what I took too long to know: Youth and pride and sunlit days hid the real world down below. And maybe blame was spread too thin For the damage left behind With my eye on where I'd been I rowed out with the tide. Think about what you think Why does this seem right to me? You can rest a while on your island But you're still part of the sea