Ocean

I live by the ocean,I walk in it's waves. I breathe in its flavor each day. I've been here so long, that I hear its song and I could never stray too far away. I have thought recently,about a need to be free. It's my heart -thats been held down so long. Though I hear peoples words,their thoughts seem absurd and the shoes that they walk in.. are not mine. So I head for the waves and the answers they hold. I've been doing this since I was a young boy. I sit and I watch,I listen and wait,for to me,my story is told. My dream of that place far away. The ocean it seems has become part of me. I'm near it, in all of my dreams. Wherever I rest..or how I invest, its sound lets me know what it means. I've searched many shores,from the grasses and dunes, to the inlets and up every bay. But my ocean it seems, the in my dreams may just have been stolen today. I'm left staggered with doubt,all but screamed out, and struggling to bypass each day. Though my heart- may beat true,for the one- I once knew. "Would you use me then push me away?" I will reposses may ocean,I will walk along my shores, I still here it's music playing,inside my bodys core. You have stole my wounded heart and hyptnotized my mind. Right up to the brink of failure and the aftermath behind. I'm looking for my ocean,I know it sat right here. I'm searching for my ocean,Does anybody care? RJM2013