It's not easy to break away
from old familiar haunts
in the company of my flock
to search and find new grooves.
On a clear day, I close my eyes
as I sit solitary upon a rock
listen to the sounds of the sea,
the quiet ripple of slow waves.
I smell the salt and breathe pure air
what bliss to soak in the silence,
relinquish grip on all my fears
fly beyond the blue of the waters.
My imagination gets intoxicated
unfettered and supple, I flex my wings
to spread careening in wild abandon
surge straight towards the sun.
Oh, oh, they have found my sanctuary
I try another groove to hide from them
find solace in my solitude
kindle a spark of life without noise.
Thoughts of escaping the crowd
hold a sliver of appeal to me
the fluid lazy motion of the waters
carry me to a distant, dreamy place.