tell me, baby turtle
what urge makes you run to the sea?
the ocean is not a water park
you will not return, I tell you.
that path converges with
melancholy and virtues
you mix with addiction
to something that kills you.
but this is better to you
than being happy,
there is no silver lining in the end
mad maybe in translation,
but this is being lost tells you,
your shell is in your back,
but everyone loses you.
YOU ARE READING
Live
PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
