Ocean

All that I could be
All that I won’t see, later
I live it every night
I leave it every night

All that I should be
Hidden behind glasses babe
I leave it to the past
Give me another mask

The one I won’t meet
The thing I won’t feel, I dream
It’s written on the ground
Nothing is missing down here

The tought I won’t hear
The hit I won’t feel, maybe
Will hurt another time
Will be another one here
I thought that you were gone
But you were hiding in my stomach
Digging little holes
A torrent of emotions. Michael
Lost in the rhythm. Prison
In the mouth of the whale looking for wisdom
To remind me I’m innocent. Jackson
Judgment. System. Battles
Give me a lawyer, God is my witness
Big fish. Man you should listen. Hustle
The truth after dinner. Festen
What is important, muscles?

Ocean is not only waves, fractures, where is the middle? I’m guilty. Need a preacher. Want to surf on the curls