Breathing in and out
I make my way through the sea.
Two worlds, two minds,
a different time.
I am somewhere in between
a chasm, a valley, or just thin air.
Breathing in and out
Still alive without a doubt.
Eyes aimed at the horizon,
waiting for the sun to rise.
Feet groping for land
I cant see them in the fog -
it’s a feeling.
Fought will all that I could fight
Searched for what I thought was right.
Thought I got the answers
and packed them in my bag.
Now I remain stretched ...
Between truths ... true to themselves;
trying hard not to warp.
Breathing in and out
Still alive without a doubt.