Shape

I live on my beach.

water surrounding me.

And it's got too deep;

I let it get too deep.

My home has no shape;

nothing to sustain me,

but it keep me safe

from imagined pain.

In the dim light of the truth all you can do is bow.

The walls often change.

I'm new in this place, me.

But I know I'll stay,

Can't ever get away.

When the crossing gets too wide

then I go home

to the fluctuation

I have on my own.

And I look out longingly

over the beach.

There's an ocean making life

beyond my reach,

and the vastness is

too much for me to stand.

And by the light of the truth all I can do is bow.