Sometime I seek him in the sea
calm as in a Lagoon.
Sometime find him on the rocks,
Sometime in the cold wind
gripping me in the fall.
In the rain, we can not see
Through the sheet, someone told us
- See and hear what we don't tell him
For stepping ahead in the fog
Stuck to the big trees.
Stay, where you are
You are not born to set it right
You will only gather fruits of
Your instincts and the rest
Of life is an inanity as they drift
Through feckless infinity.
Sometime I sought him in the sea,
Sometime on the rocks
Sometime in the wind blowing from
here to eternity.
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