I can see the heat, and the sand is damp.
The ocean's hands reach out to grab as if
It wanted my feet, but instead, the hands
Go home empty handed. The moon sits and
Sticks out on the water like a patch of
Snow in the beginning of spring. The
Trivial stars lay scattered as they float
Silently, and the waves rush underneath.
The waves meet the footprints in the sand
Left behind from the traveler who has
Walked by- and who has escaped the ocean's
Hands.
When daylight breaks, the ocean and sky are
Split, and a thin line is devised. I hasten
Down the shore and leave a path behind.
The ocean's hands reach out and grab the
Footprints, I'll never know I was ever there.
I have escaped the ocean's hands again.
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote this poem is because I don't belive in conformity. My life has had more beatitude since I have stopped conforming with those who believe what society wants them to belive. I guess a more terse way of saying it is that I don't like society.
Birth sign: Pisces
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