in my sea of adolescence
the fish are my friends and the seaweed my ignorance.
the waves keep me flowing and the undercurrents keep me planted.
the water is my bliss, and i am floating.
but my fish will swim away, my seaweed will die.
waves will stop, and the undercurrents will be no more.
my lungs will reject the water, and i will have to leave my sea.
(-k.s)
