All inclined to do as they please
Too many breaths
Too many heartbeats
Tongues are tied from this excess
This may not even be an issue to some
But ignorance is not bliss for the complex ones
Figuring out our sense of self or what we believe...
One to the south
And another to the north
On that clear night
I knew for sure
We met before
The water moves like the flow of memories
Waves walk up shore but subside back to the big expanse
My brain expands as I survey the past
Where are we wandering now?
Slowing time, ignoring the crowd.
Following our whims until
the years add up and settle us down.
I for one can't grow roots yet.
But memories sure weigh a bit.
They plant my feet firm.
I stand within the waves.
This is my land.