You are like the light that passes through my eyes
You are like the lenses that corrects my vision...
I'm the ocean. I'm the ocean!
And you are, a castaway...
You tucked your feelings
in bed, and slept...
Many times I have wondered,
If the sky is blue or brown...
yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...
my sleep is awake in me,
I tried to put it to sleep...
I want to be free
perhaps if I stop wanting to...
Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...