The Sea Isn't A Place But A

And To Tell The Truth I Don't Want To Let Go Of The Wrists Of Idleness, I Don't Want To Sell My Life For Money, I Don't Even Want To Come In Out Of The Rain.

I Know Many Lives Worth Living.

Invention Hovers Always A Little Above The Rules.

Around Me The Trees Stir In Their Leaves And Call Out, Stay Awhile.

I've Always Wanted To Write Poems And Nothing Else.