The Fisherman - -ness

Me and my friends we go down to the water.

We talk about getting older.

We’re folding to the ocean.

Stitch up my chest, cast my heart in a bottle.

My body will walk up the shore till he finds it.

I miss the warmth crawling up inside my skin.

Looking at the sun, the pieces fall into place-

this cityscape-

I gotta burst out.

The fisherman feels a pulse on his line,

reels in my heart like a call to the sky.

But, he throws it for my own good.

A god among men gives the task to the waves,

left me a chance to learn from mistakes and be honest.

Be honest.

My feet are in the sand and my head’s in the sky,

but my heart’s in the water as I justify

the earth, the wind, the waves all to collide.

I salute to the fisherman,

built an ark with my bare hands- said I’m done pitying my scars,

set sail for my human heart 3x

I salute to the fisherman, built an ark with my bare hands- said I’m done

pitying my scars- can’t live as a human heartless.

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