Begin To Find My Real Self
frisky foamy frothy wonderful white waves
prancing in rhythm on top of the sea
lulling me into a gentle hypnotic trance
my guides are delighted
as my body lets out an enormous sigh
i do not realize how relaxed I can become until this second
a seagull makes one of those ugly crow-like sounds
my eyes do not care, they begin to close, feeling one with the sea
I am not thinking of lions, tigers or bears, work or my children
all of my worries and woes have oozed out of my pores
I begin to find my real self, in the safety of this warm sand
in front of these foamy frothy wonderful white waves
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