Often, I feel that
the sea draws
it's blues from me.
And the Moon,
it's lunacy.
Often, I feel that
the roads bring-up
forks, grudgingly.
And the signs vanish,
knowingly.
Often, I feel that
my bubble pops
right at its peak.
And, all I need is a
little critique.
Often, I think that
the time is now
to meet with you,
pray, tell me, do you
feel it too?
