Fortress

in my fortress by the sea I ponder thoughts washing over me under the moon, tide’s ebb and flow do I stay or shall I go? one by one the answers come just enough to keep me numb giving what you think I need some of the truth will make me bleed like driftwood washed upon my beach footsteps left, etched very deep no wind can me them disappear always present, always clear I sit in a very tall tower looking down on what aspires growing like the ivy leaves intricate the vine that weaves the sun comes up and warms the sand in this never never land is this love that glows with day? why does night bring doubt my way? in this fortress by the sea I ponder thoughts washing over me under the moon, tide’s ebb and flow can I stay, or do I go?