FOR THE OCEAN (and you)

I think of you as the sea:

Moody, moving restlessly.

Searching for a perfect shore

But always pulling back, before

you go too far

that’s how you are,

Like the sea.

 Seeking land uneasily:

Roaming, drifting, out of place,

Desperate for some solid space

Then, finally finding what you need

you choose to be lonely

you need to be free