I’ve been out in the sea, deserted and lost, with no one else but me

With my own twisted mind and these written words as the only company

It makes you bored and boredom leads to creativity, with pens and brushes

and dreams of romance and kisses with daunting crushes

It makes you think about who you are in this big messed up world

it makes you feel, that this thing called loneliness is very real


Like a buddhist monk or a greek philosopher, you begin to wonder

and sometimes under the bright sun your sanity breaks under

you forget who you are and see things which isn’t there

you forget what’s important and that there are people with lives more unfair

that having is giving, that at first it seems like you are alone in the sea

but underwater life is buzzing and consists of much more than just I, myself and me

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