There, each day I sit;
among the roaring waves,
for nowhere I could fit;
'till I'm all flushed away:
but never have I split
apart or gone astray;
but blended and submit
into this nice display;
though unseen, I'll admit
I clearly see them play;
so distant from my pit,
of pressures I have paid;
I sat and watched;
observed them all,
I didn't match
and never called;
not begged for once
their eyes that rolled;
upon my glance,
I knew their souls;
but never did I quit;
nor my spirit decayed,
I only did commit
to living blue and gray;
'till such time I permit
myself to soon create;
my artworks and my shit,
my brand in such display,
because I sat and watched;
observed them all;
believed I didn't match
and never called.
