It's static how they live and work
Practically alive
Practically
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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