Circling the water I find myself a halve Of what's left to be the world A bright star so far I can only reach within this small shine A speck consisting of nothing more than myself A thought and a shape Air can lift me but with what wind? Seasons clash And I'm still so adorned with the lost Not accompanied with myself To whom I bear to look through Circling the water
i wrote this while i was on my deck, looking into my water and saw a crab circling the light. weird, right?