[Written: 2024-09-17]

I want to be like the people who seem to be free,

But, what is in my minds eye, I couldn’t possibly be.

And it does not align with what my eyes see,

The world feels like an ocean to me.

Others are like this too, I believe,

Drowned in the waves of their own self disbelief.

I need somewhere to lay down my roots, just like a tree,

Where the worlds current stops tugging at me.

And wearing away the edges of who I am, I plead,

But, no such place is for me that I foresee.

Until then I remain on one knee,

And I beg and I plead, world show mercy.