reroute

naïve . eyes like shiny seashells .

you don.t see what you choose

not to see .

so . what do you desire . the

love of another or for their

mind to pulse at the same

rhythm .

how long can the sailor hide

his rowboat from the storm .

when he's traveled so far as

to no longer see the shore .

stranded forward . stranded

backwards too . left with a

single lantern still lit .

you believed you could have

what only the gods may have .

you believed the lantern

would be enough to guide

you . you are alone . you

are stranded . you don.t know

who you are without this ocean .

naïve . tired . and terrified of

using the oars to reroute .

you must . the saltwater is

bitter . it splits your tongue .

young. heart swollen as the

sun . too reckless and too

careful . built of deep sea

sand and shiny blue shells .

using the oars to reroute .

you must .