Lost In The Sea

A repetitive cycle of blues

Lost, am I, in the sea,
the tides pull me in and I drown.
The sea sometimes stares back at me,
but its shimmering waves never touch land unless it's down.

But, some days, it's image is that of a sky,
and when it sees me it's winds whip around,
the breezes lift me up high,
but, as it glances away, I fall back to the ground.

The image may change from day to day,
but the canvas will remain the same.
And every time, I will get taken by the breeze,
and lost in the sea, I will remain.

Author's Note

I would love to hear anyone’s interpretation or feedback of the poem