I like the juxpostion of "serious" prose and "The Rock" . These lines were the crux for me .
Lost at sea waiting for the phone to ring.
Waves crash the hopes of tomorrow to sing.
Today feels like yesterday, but writes like tomorrow.
Waiting for the phone to ring sucks and all the connectations that come with it.
Sometimes I’m shock at the play of words myself. Speaking of waiting for the phone ringing, humph!