The sea has immersed you,clearing your pores
Soaking and weighing you down swoosh it roars;
The bright sun stands gleaming, beaming
Reducing your moles into vapour puff drifting
Ah the freedom,All senses afloat
Denying gravity of its quote..
Nature crafts you, while you keep rolling like a stone on a mountain,who streams the course never denying it's mode.
Sure it makes for a great pebble
But what if it wants to be a glorious gravel
silently basking in the sun, sipping on sea, footholding trespassers perhaps aboding fleas..
abiding rules may shatter your inner
zest with ease..
Aren't you tired of fighting someone else's battle.. When will you win your
sprattle?