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