Times are fast flowing taking away that Precious bit of prudence we held so close to soothe A strung up nerve from letting loose. Today, imagine Getting caught At the cross wire of a Boy of ten frail years Asking for DNA proof To quell a nagging bug He sure is not an adopted menace Unwillingly brought in like A stray cat on a rainy day
Time, for sure Is changing fast Ebbing away that Faint scent of milk Off a dried out bust. Islands drift, Crying inside A dying strain of a Lullaby somewhere.
The once clean and pure waters of the ocean, Pure, What does that even mean? Where whales, dolphins, fish swam freely, With the course of nature and life. No interference by humans. The ocean is as beautiful as wild animals
When I am alone in the ocean I can hear the echoes of my thoughts; they reflect off of seamless undulations of the majestically powerful sea. The alluring waves placate my subconscious – as if a doting mother rocking a