So long hast thou been in the confine of me
Voice betides the sea, tides rage against shore
Toothless time speaks in riddle
Yet, I worship thee among the splash of spitters…
So long have I said to myself ‘I could do it
I knew I could…’ but why can’t I? –
Questioning my existence because of you
Whispering to me; what people will say…
Now doth I know your experience with me
I give up painting my art on your wall
Filled with guilts of nowhere to become better,
And find my way; where nowhere is now here with me.
Natur’s Pictur N’quill.