A name in a sea of names.
Adrift, floating in oblivion.
Will you listen to compromise or will you hear reason?
Strategy in the middle of the ocean is useless. We will be cannibals.
No fish - no hanapa'a.
Words in a sad song fall upon deaf ears.
I do not exist in this world. I am a feather floating high on sea breezes crossing sun drenched oceans.
Do you hear me?
Probably not..
because at this moment,
I AM FREE.