Everything Is In The Sea
No matter how hard I try, everything runs into me.
As light as a floating cloud or as deep as the raging sea,
I love a good laugh from a comedy movie.
When everything runs into the sea, I will be
at the bottom, where the coral reef meets the plant eater, I am
flesh driven by emotions. The whirlpool will swallow me up
to the core of my well being. I try really hard to be fascinated
by my object that I instantly wished for, would do me good to steel and eat it.
From the heavens above, to the washed away fragments of the uneaten
particules that drift ashore, I face nothing but fear and anxiety, in my own life .