I am surrounded
by sponges
within
a sailing sea
of hopes & dreams
waiting
for the friction
from their love devices.
Understood
is the frustration,
is the ends,
is the lack.
Detach
you must,
and sail, yourself.
The world will never end,
neither will I.
Remember
the rocks you’ve skipped,
the lips you’ve kissed,
the souls you’ve missed.
Because
it’s easy being lost
where you’ve been
all your life.