Poem: A Sea

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.