Sea Soul

Location

Tennessee
United States

I’m sick of their presumptions

Based only in the quiet

They make their own assumptions

The loner and the silent

Is all they see but I say

They know nothing about me

If they did, they’d make way

For my mind is like the sea

Tossing, turning, changing

The wild, chaotic swirls

Of knowledge widely ranging

And imagination’s twirls

Why don’t I let them see

What I hold so dear inside

The things that make me free

I also try to hide

I’d rather that they judge me

For what they think I am

Than that which I am really

‘Cuz then the laugh’s on them

But to open myself up

To their prying, lying eyes

Would be to bear my sea-like soul

To the unforgiving skies

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