I have a lot to tinker with when I think. I have too little time yet it expands, To something big when I’m left alone.

I have a lot to do yet all I do is think, I think I do too much of it. I want a shower, a swim, I want a drown.

I want to create this sea, One with many waves, So it’ll flood my feelings away.

I want my thoughts to be washed off, Like the seaweeds on the beach’s bay. I want none of the scorching sun.

I want to sink into the sea’s rink, Have my problems baptized like sins. On the water’s floor, all my prayers hang like my breath.

Maybe I am creating the sea, I simply cannot see, How all my tears flood my ears.

Yet with all my cries, My problems still lays like scorched gardens, All my words still hang from my lips.

I need something to drown with, Maybe then I’d rise all nourished. I want to find my wishes pushed back to the bay.

I have so many wishful thinking, I sent so much to the universe, Like prayers to God.

They created waves, Now they’re my storms. Yet they’re gone.

I want to see them at sea, So I’ll see what I should live for, And feel anew for the first time.