Coco

I'm getting older. 

I often struggle to notice.  

I'm with myself all the time, 

I know myself better than anyone.  

I am a lost sailor 

Pulling 

Tugging at 

The boat 

The wave 

Here 

Crashing down on me 

Ripping my soul into 

As many pieces as there are grains of 

I want to breathe 

Both with looming skyscrapers, 

And mountains stretched high, 

To feel the sun 

Smiling on my skin,