The Ocean

I know that times the ocean's churning,
And you're stuck on a boat that's always burning.
With each day, you're slowly learning
That the ocean is a thing of spurning.
The waves they rock, the boat is turning
And all the while you're yearning
To with the land, you'll be returning.
Where? Well, you're not that discerning.
It's just that right now, it's concerning
That your trip will be adjourning.