Wasn't the one that fit in,
table to myself, an ocean
of pressed wood
that I float on alone....
But...
You know there's always a but,
Never really wanted
anyone
on
my life raft of solitude.
I just look up and know
that
there's
no one to obscure
my view of life...
My ocean is a fishery of thoughts,
that are mine.
Swimming into
uncharted life choices...
But I'm fine alone,
I'll talk to the fishes
every now
and then.
But throw them back
when
I've finished with them..
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
Wasn't the one that fit in,
table to myself, an ocean
of pressed wood
that I float on alone....
But...
You know there's always a but,
Never really wanted
anyone
on
my life raft of solitude.
I just look up and know
that
there's
no one to obscure
my view of life...
My ocean is a fishery of thoughts,
that are mine.
Swimming into
uncharted life choices...
But I'm fine alone,
I'll talk to the fishes
every now
and then.
But throw them back
when
I've finished with them..
