Dreaming of the deep sea

Torn in two

Makes me blue

When we fight like this

Shadow boxing with realities

That we cannot contend with

And then there is the dammed up river

That just cannot seem to flow

Due to what ever blockage is there

(Has been for years)

A pile of twigs become a bulwark

Preventing the tide of love from rolling on

And flowing free

To the oh so longed for destiny

Sometimes my soul just gets so tired of this mortal life

For in imagination all kinds of things occur

That would never be possible

Within the narrow limits

Of this circumscribed sphere

And what is wrong with living somewhere

The soul can be free

When this human world

Binds us so

Tying us up in knots

Stopping the flow

Causing angst

As we throw ourselves against the banks

While dreaming of the deep sea

Where is all is movement

And everything flows so free