I am the sea
I wanted to be,
and I became.
Tried and failed,
laughed, learned, listened, cried
Why is it? you ask,
detour from the expected,
only to believe what they see as this…
precarious version of human kind?
it is because,
this is exactly where I intended to be.
I said I would
find the right words and that
they would be simple.
I am now able to feel
the flutter of the sea breeze.
I am able to see
life… as you would,
as the cacophony of the breeze flutters my hair
between my eyes.
Blurred, you think it might be.
Colourful I see them.
Push your hair off of your eyes,
the road is long and yet to be ventured,
donot let the picturesque be blurred.
Glimpse the furbished gold of dawn by the sea, let that be the metaphor you seek.
I hear you, I try believe.
But I say,
I am the the alibi to
I was here when you
fluttered and drifted.
you know the day before, by the sea?
You see,I am