i've never tried to document my life
glitter and guts we all fall into ruts
but the beauty verse the surreal
will peel away at what you may think
sealing up a hole in the ship you temporarily sail
before it is swept away by the immortal not known
for maybe its the soul that lays round your bones

every piece of family left at sea
leaves their remains at the bottom
but they remain as them
in the further east wind
crying to pull your schooner in.

that is why i always pack light
so they know nothing of what happened in my life
photos are memories, they don't stay with your bones
tossing and reaching they develop a tone

as the water shivers
my soul delivers
a raw spirit from which i can build on
within the blowing i'll defend
reasons for capsizing
to reach my own end.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror