Where does this ocean go

[seeyat]

I never know why I do what I do
I don't usually know yet as the day passes through
It seems to me maybe I'm not really glued
To a notion that others desire
I know that it's something
With all of the nothings
The things I'd be wanting
Perhaps if I knew I'd set fire
I never will quit this
A thing I don't get, this
Motion of action I miss
For the feet 'neath my legs never tire
I know that I should know
A thing that will not go
A dream that did not show
Setting course for the funeral pyre
For something replaced this
An unwanted face this
Something I don't miss
A thought that I do wish retired