The human condition---?

The piercing eyes resemble a passage way

Pulling me in and out like passing waves.

The mystery behind the complexity of the face,

The light furrows found in his forehead

Demonstrate the human condition;

Things I'm told I cannot relate.

 

Sing, Sing, I, a “happy” song

In a world where nothing is wrong

Where moments are fleeting

But never am I fleeing

Form this, my world,

-- my endless water world.

 

The lights, the festivals,

where the merpeople are plentiful,

where the pastries and delights are delectable,

(yet I wonder if there’d be so much more than this to see?

Yet I know that may be selfish… yet shouldn’t every possibility be salvaged?)

Come away! I sing!

Enjoy everything.

Enjoy our small corner,

Where you shall never be a loner.

Follow everyone and you shall be happy as can be.

 

The confident gaze

The symbolic power

The omission of indecisiveness,

Is that the human condition? 

 

Sing, Sing, I, a “happy” song

In a world where nothing is wrong

Where moments are fleeting

But never am I fleeing

Form this, my world,

-- my desolate water world.

 

Away, away, I go.

On a journey, I don’t know.

The young traveler, I swim

On a whim exploring my explored corner

Wishing to understand that human man

deserting my corner of the world

and finding him--

 

Wait.

Who am I?

Who am I to think I can leave in a wink

When I am a solo traveler on the brink

Of encountering a long journey empowering

The soul of which I’m told I don’t own.

 

A mermaid to a human,

If I want to see him...

just my voice as the price,

Albeit, nicer for someone like me I’m told.

Does either one prove different?

Do I feel or do I want to feel?

Is the happiness I grow tired of

a result of sadness?

 

To conduct or not to conduct

Dark magic or Love tragic;

in each, I gain nothing, and

in both, I gain something.

The hatred and betrayal and

the sadness and madness

both present as a consequence.

 

Do I invest love within him

Or is he my reason for escape?

 

I long to get away, yet would I survive the sadness and loneliness without

the love I harness for him?

 

This escape and the love- the escape to love, the love to escape-

are they interconnected?

Does escape preclude endless dreams?

Does love preclude better means?

 

Does his power fill me with jealousy or admiration.

Is his hold on me my damnation?

Does his authority extend to me, 

enticing me to come

and

forfeit my limited freedom.

 

What if I keep swimming?

What if I keep dreaming?

Would I be singing

The same song I sung.

 

Sing, Sing, I, a song

In a world where nothing is wrong

Where moments are fleeting

But I may be fleeing

Form this, my world,

-- my dense water corner.

 

The companion I seek has always been with me.

I see more of the picture.

 

There I go,

I shall leave and ascend to the top of my water world.

To the shores of man and then again,

why leave the bottom of my water world?  

What does man have to offer that nature cannot offer as well?

Why deny them both?

 

I, the dreamer, the lover, the escapee

Will learn this human condition.

The corner will expand my way,

and not the way of a alluring man,

nor the way of a witch,

nor the way of a mermaid

Only the way of a being that feels more than happiness. 

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