I never come into shore…
for this long…
I tend to drift on the Sea…
and listen to it’s song.
for everytyme I land…
on what seems to be solid ground…
I soon find out…
it’s really sand…
and it’s stucture…
is unsound.
like the cyclic,…
sequenced,…
synchronicity,
of the waxing and waning moon,
I can land my ship…
here for awhile…
but I must be leaving soon.
I never come into shore…
for this long…
for I get caught…
in snares of hope…
and lost…
in chasing dreamz…
Alone…
at Sea…
Again…
iz always there…
waiting…like a home…
for me…
the one…
I always search for…
and never seem to find…
everytyme…
I come into shore…
for this long.