Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Poem: "It's Static How They Live and Work"

It's static how they live and work
Practically alive 
They earn that cash 
With their nine-to-five
Static how they live their lives 
In line at lunch outside 
Life is passing by but they 
By such terms abide. 

I am one of them, I am 
But also something more 
The ocean is inside of me 
Some volcanic core 
Smoulders dark and angry like
A lover's heart it burns
Seasick with the motion yet
Boarding in a storm
A ship to ride the waves in rain
At night, at dusk or dawn
I’ll always be dynamic 
Never static, never bored. 

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