I shouldn’t think of dreaming too much
I should just focus in on me.
Build a little fishing-boat
And float persistently.
Lose my dreams on dark green pools
Find solace in the deep.
Yet still these things will pester me
In the sly of sleep.
I should crash into an island,
Or fall right through the floor
Stop these intolerable voices with their:
“More. More. Moremoremore.” (I couldn’t stop them before).
When I think of isolation
Or sitting with the fish
I know that ‘calm and sanctity’ is my only wish.
Because, maybe of confusion
And wishes I could be purged
With my soul and reasoning
Permanently submerged.