Concealed
You don't seem to see the seas
I knew it's disappointing to make assumptions
I knew the news before they were loose
And it's only the first glance that's amusing
You don't seem to see the seas
Dawdling around pointlessly at ease oh please
No doctor could help
It's not a curable disease
You don't seem to see the seas
Border of living and deceased
Sparsely on our backs we throw our arms around in search
I throw my arms in search of
I had been too certain
That something will take away my sorrow's place
But in this lighting
All lightness light
Saved words
Unused words
Were kept for nothing

I'm in the oceans
Having a leisure
Tasting the imagined shining of suns
Captured by leisure
Tasting the imagined shining of suns