Slow to feel regret
like a turtle  wet
from a sea of dreams
in which I'm triumphed by the hare's schemes.
It seems I can't find peace
between the seems of my shredded sheets.
Tossing and turning,
I retreat
into a world yearning
for an absence of bleak
thoughts and tortured minds.
A world where everything IS fine.
Where we dine and dance
and true love isn't based on chance
but the contents of one's emotion.
Since no land exists
I insist
We build our paradise in the ocean.