beyond the sea

Sometimes I wish it were laid out

Like a well read story

But there’s something missing and hidden

Like a work of poetry

I guess it serves me right, to write

Yeah you’re just a work of art

An island set apart

Exploring the importants of your every thought to me

To process or not to process

Is that the question or the answer?

I’m fighting off these thoughts like they are some kind of cancer

Spreading through me, vein by vein

Trying to put a pause on this brain

You can’t hold what was never meant to be held

Or cage it up, like I’ve seen before

I guess sometimes-taking action

Is not moving at all

If I could let it be known now

It’s probably easier right now to let go

I don’t have the answer to this storm

But enjoy the drops while they are there

If just one drop is all I got

I would trade it up

Fighting through a million storms

At least for an understanding of a million poems