I’m drowning into thoughts of my imagination
lost within a sea of roaring waves all around
filled with swimming memories shaded gray
each screaming to be heard, but not emitting sound.


My eyes hone in on secrets when words play a wrong tune.
They narrow just a sliver into the depths of what is true.
The sand grinds hands and knees as I push myself up
Though I have not been here, this place I already somehow knew.


The palm trees sway swiftly in a breeze of blue,
the frawns whipping wrestlessly, whispering to hurry.
But I have no fear now, these thoughts can not consume me
my balance has become steady now, therefore I have no worry.