There is a strange silence in me
Sometimes I want it to go, sometimes not.
Slowly and strangely through years aloof
I bare, Stare at that cloudy sky roof
Digging eyes into the brown dry earth
With a sea flowing down my eyes, I hold my breath
Swimming across and against the noisy waves,
silently
May be by now, I am comfortable within the grid.
Smile, cry or laugh, but flap your fins and swim,
You have to reach the bay, can’t leave it amid.
Sailing on low ebbs and high cheerful tides
Life is full of beautiful roller coaster rides
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