Felt tipped marker
Blue faded jeans
The setting is so serene
As I sit and write out my dreams
From the past, present, and future
This image appearing out of the water isn’t her
I discovered me about a year ago
But somehow in the mix she went afloat
And now the remnant of a dream is left
But I figure if I put all pieces together
And take my time
I’ll figure out once again the answer to Who am I?
Halfway insane in the cranial membrane
Lost amongst the ocean of saints
I throw my stick in the pond
And with my feet paddle on
Until I find her
She’s a rock and a lily pad hop away
I’m sure I’ll find her today
Amidst the cool breeze and gentle steez of the end of summer
The waters once again become still
And the image of her reappears
I smile

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