High tide




How to face this,
The tide of the waves
A rising side shading the stakes
It torches the mistakes
Casting them in fires, all around the seas
It seems to be a harsh beckoning, a bad connection, a failed call


The shine above
It continues to mock me as I canonically mocked it back, with questions in every step
Thinking that only asking the right ones would brighten the field, lighten the load
Call this one a fool, but still I must press down the hurt feelings
No one needs to see this, on one should bear it all like that
Still, I watch them, they watch me as I once watched them, as watchers in the tide now I face, my karma

How do I face this...
This quiet storm I see in my dreams
I talk to it with my arms and love it, hold the clouds to me
It is a mist in the ocean of caves above ground, airborne from hands, sand, and bone
Not all of this is pain buried deep, some of it has become a state of mind,
A string of flowers firmly planted as respects, as another mistake falls flat, curious and calm


The shine above...
It was meant to be a driving force to help pull the rubble from the drained puddles
Places where I would put my bodies each time I fall
Wetness was one thing these puddles couldn`t hold on to, too many holes from stress
But as the waves call to me in another roaring phase, I hold on to a dark thought that assures me
"Do your best"