Oh mother gracious!
What is this...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

Oceans - with its waves, shook our legs.
I fell for you and on you...

You are like the light that passes through my eyes
You are like the lenses that corrects my vision...

I'm the ocean. I'm the ocean!
And you are, a castaway...

You tucked your feelings
in bed, and slept...

Many times I have wondered,
If the sky is blue or brown...

yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...

my sleep is awake in me,
I tried to put it to sleep...

I want to be free
perhaps if I stop wanting to...

Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...