Where lies what sea may hold?
If we follow the wind in a rush?
Never the contradiction fairly will unfold
Any plans hidden behind the bush.
Murdered beside the killer.
Speculating on the footprints of a cat
Who left forgotten his whisker
Somewhere back in the pull and push.
Damn will against will,
Damn your search for emotion.
Just like scrapping the door to be fed
Anything better than solitude.
Make haste, raise sails.
I hear a purr welcoming the wind.
