Oceans

Sometimes, I sit down with

two glasses of rhum,

to count money I've earned

that adds up to a crumb

and fall out on a field,

feel tired and gone,

feeling the earth in a storm,

it still keeps me warm and I -

inhale sweet air but won't

breath it at all

and dead calm, deep water, feels wet,

and before I -

exhale I - feel deeper within,

then I fall down

Staring at the oceans in you

Deep down, deep down your water

Sail out, the storm will make me

find my way home

Sometimes, I come down from the

high in my brain,

and feel lame, start itching,

need to fill up my vains again

and fall out, lay flat on the ground

and my eyes,

they stay closed, for a while,

but wide open inside, and I,

inhale sweet air,

it tastes salted and raw,

and dead clam deep water,

feels wet and before I -

exhale - I feel deeper within,

then I fall - down

Staring at the oceans in you

Before I sail out

I found a hole in the sky,

and I'm wahtcing you from where,

I love my living

Deep down, deep down your water

Sail out, the storm will make me

find my way home