Sunny and the Gulls by Ailina



Seaweed

And I know not where I am going
Or who it is I am following
But I hear the roar of water flowing
Is there something I should be knowing?
Once the morning jingle-jangled
The chimes of wonder dangled
Dappled in a drowsy haze
We were the dew of new days
Ecstasy on our tongues
Rapture in the mud
Burned by the sun
We find ourselves on the run
From the rising water in the streets
Trying to drown us in our sheets
Can we escape from
Our thoughts of escape?

Walk with me where it’s still dry
Take a look at the lunatic’s eye
Watch him as he steps on the little hands
Trying to alter the reality of man
Watch him dig the earth with his little spoons
Trying to halt the phases of the moon.
And what in the mirror does lie?
The 20 years that fled by
Or the fleeting thing called I.

And let us check our souls at the door
And do our bit for the Company store
A small price for a little shelter.
A small price for a little order.

Wouldn’t it be nice if Enlightenment were true
And the truly Enlightened knew just what to do
Galloping through the night on white horses
Just in time to save the world from darkness.
Perhaps the soul has advanced in such tiny steps
That we are unable to see its progress.
Why is the world so opposed to us?

Definitely better to be a pair of claws
And not to be thinking at all.
For when it comes down to it
We’re nothing but instinct
Clinging to illusions.

I’ve come to the waves
Or is it the waves to me?
Waiting to be swept away
By its swelling mystery
And to wash upon the sand
I am but seaweed
In a child’s hand.