metonymy4u

too late we learn of all that is dear
and build our boat upon the waves
that toss us to and fro
and take us to our graves.

the day spent as a lie i told you once
was no truth you cannot see
for yourself any time
you walk upon the sea.

and hence i beg you bargain not
with your future oh so dear
the price is cost, silence
is almost a day worn out

in all you held in fear.