Post IV

The simplistic cycles we voluntarily subscribe to. It's comical how predictable we are. Yet, we proclaim and pretend to be confusing. We're being confusing for confusion's sake.

Why is that so hard to see?

Post III (To my friends, the sailors)

Does the rudder steer itself

while you're still fixing the mast

Can you see the storm brewing

while you scrub the deck

Why so separate

Why so rogue

The waters you own 

are not under your feet

As they fall,

fall,

fall

down our faces

The ocean is too big

Please...

please let us come with you