What happen to my sea?
The things that I usually could not see.
The shadows that lurk from the way things should be.
A time where everything should be free.
Then I realize that I am staring at me.
A person that simply does not want to be.
Living a life that has no dream.
Telling stories that will never be.
Which are all true things that are about us.
At least that is all that I can see.
A limp that will burst by the bees.
Not sure where to hide the trees.
Just still trying to figure out me.