Tomorrow will be redundant and reminiscent of today
As is today of yesterday: the past
The beaches shall still shiver with the waves
Wondering about the ocean vast
Anchored in your thoughts and netted
By some entanglements of emotions
I lie as handicapped as a turtle
Trapped in a fishing net without motion
Just like it I dream of the lovely sea
That like love is vast and true
Stretching from my existence into the unknown
From the hard sands to the unfelt blue
Before I abandon the thoughts of a free love
And collapse into my shell; bereft of desire
Could you just free me from these threads
That I again can relax and respire!