I long to taste adventure like the nature of the sea. Always moving, always hiding, all the creatures from beneath. Singing silent songs of sadness, my heart waits for its chance.
When the time comes I put my feet in the water. It's not as warm as I expect. Will I go down like a preachers son?. Or will I come back up like a world war vet?.
Lost sense, direction. Nobody knows my name. Confidence, correction. Don't know how to play that game. . Straight line is quicker. Straight line would make me fast.