I remembered a book from the days where I dreamt
About a seagull
It made me hear the sounds of the sea
It felt important
So I bought it and read it again
Many years later
It jarred against me when I expected words of peace
Time teaches something
And I cant quite touch it in between the lines
Looking under water
I think it tells me to stop looking
For a meaning
Be.
One step forward slowly gently 