Sea Soul
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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