The sea of chance

[seaker]

My beach deserted
No life is found living full
For I am stuck beached
Im left empty and dull
none to command my heart
in a straight line
Or put up with my insecurity
that forms a point so fine
but as quick to think emptyness
something washes to shore
A handsome colorfull crab
that uses his music to help soar
but to myself
this crab seems so flawless
is this because of his elaborate shell
but the meat inside could be heartless
I breath in the air
I taste the salty rough breez
that moves into my body
with eager to please
My head sweaty
my hands in a clench
my soul trying to grow
but with this new love a stench
He presents himself as sturdy
and he will hold my hand
but these words all show repition
for the others have said the same
I do not want to fall
but I want to take this chance
for If I let this wash away
In the sea he gets another glance
But I washed up on the shore
I will just lay their and rot
Waiting hopelessly for a seagull
to eat away at my heart
[This message has been edited by seaker (edited 31 August 2001).]