Superficial

Within my joy there is no hidden sorrow No sense in mixing opposites I see Don’t want to rediscover gone tomorrows I’m superficial, from the signs of depth I flee Knowing that troubles could be easily incurred In magic of the nature I’m involved It saves my time, and helps me to endure The anxieties of this deceptive world To swim beyond the buoys is not for me When splashes of the tide awash this land I’m there with my wine to watch the sea It writes away some wave marks in the sand.