I’m a pondering ocean
As I stare through myself over and over
To pluck out the flaws.
I am millions of beads and in each one
I am different.
Who am i?
Why am i?
As the borders between pragmatism and projections
No longer differentiate,
I fail to see beauty.
In a mirror lanks a shadowy figure—
I am no longer myself.
I long to see beyond the trenches of deep sea blue,
I desire to walk on the horizon.
I hoped to touch the stars.