Drowning in my own depth;-
searching, searching for something that sounds so deep
as a man swallows his pride to be bitten by the ferocious truth
Asking himself that uncomfortable question; “what shall I do
after the days of my troubled youth?”
Time becomes a constant violent silence,
it creeps away; a smile on its lips; pulling in and out- a residing
relationship to the tides. We keep looking for change by a current perception;
what is our see level- often time undermines the confidence and the
knowledge of my mind. But here I am; searching, still searching
in the very tides of time.
Swimming from the past, through the present-
hopefully to the shores of a better future. Searching, constantly
searching- all leaders to those sinking. Would you let me take the
lead though my hands are so cold?
Searching, we’ll forever keep on searching,
in this ocean of black -night swimmers; pretending our inner
demons don’t see us in this ocean.
