Rocking the boat rocking the boat Leaving. Meaning to. Leaving. Rocking the boat rocking the boat where are the sunrays why don’t they dance on my skin? Where are the ever-changing clouds? Sailing Sailing Sailing away why can’t my mind travel inside the sea follow the stream? Behind a cloud the moon is hiding and the reflection of the stars still shines on the surface of the sea. I ‘ve seen them all and every morning stars disappear inside the sea nobody misses them and the sea takes them in her arms the sea remembers it all makes them a part of her and she moves moves on sings moves on sings along all over the world together with the whispering sometimes screaming wind.

Inside the sea gravity and death decorate the bottom of the sea. Sea stars rest upon the rocks. Bones rocks sticks and stones. Abandoned skulls and Old wrecks Seahorses and empty bottles filled with sand and insides those bottles there are messages but nobody knows. Schhh. Somebody got to know and that is why they exist those burning letters send to the silent recipient. So many secrets but if my mind learns how to be one with the movement of the water exist inside every moment I will forget and the sea will take my memories and I will become one with the memories of the sea . . . all of them  . . . I don’t know . . . rocking the boat in the middle of the black sea is this what it means to have my free will?