The waves washed me away
Fickle and fragile I fled with hope
Of not drowning with these thoughts of
What I must do and should have said
The apprehension of time passing
How the waves carry it away so fleetingly
Before you know it you are 30
Innocence now swallowed by the animals
The same animals who set me free
In dreams of becoming Cesar Milan
Where my whispers reached a thousand ears
I spoke softly but never enough
Words clouded, forcing rain down fast
Making tides stronger
Taking me away
Poetry In Motion 