Let me question these fuzzy outcomes
Something feels wrong, I can sense it
Sometimes I feel we’re closer than we are
Like a checkerboard, but on opposite ends
I thought I’d see you, but the wave is too high
Walls of water have hit my sight
I’m still swimming in my problems
If I close my eyes, will I hit the shore?

Sometimes I think,
Whether Satan is an impostor of God.

is the sand in front of the ocean
is the water the end of the line
are the fish in the seas our connection
to a life, that has no define
just think of all the questions
that have yet, or may never be asked
i hate to make this proposal
as it seems like a tough task to grasp...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 191