Thursday, November 18, 2004
On the Beach
Swimming through the water,
My body now intoxicated.
Engulfed in the surroundings,
Beyond what the naked eye can see.
This habitat of bliss is surreal.
It’s better when every one can swim.
You shouldn’t swim against the tide.
Just try swimming on my side.
Now the water is calm and freezing.
And the wind is but a breeze.
I can’t help subside to my body’s will.
Loosing control my soul takes a toll.
One with myself to be lost to regress.
Falling off the edge of the world,
My journey has just yet begun.
To let go of all attachments,
Like the man under the tree.
I am free but not at ease.
There’s a legend to be told.
Stories that will never grow old.
Thoughts perceived soon to mislead.
It is on the beach I find my peace.
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It does remind me of South Padre
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