A Trip To The Sea
Seeing that I see to be blinded by what I see, makes me not want to see.
Hallucinating inside the sea; makes me to see why I have to leave the sea.
The sea is not my home because I've built my rome above the sea.
Looking at these fishes inside the sea, makes me feel I have to leave, for I am an intruder seeing what I ought not to see.
Am leaving the sea for them, but I hope the shark grants me the grace, to have the same joy as the fishes do have in my own rome.
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