Clearwater Seas


Mr. Clearwater is out to sea.
In an endless blue,
there exists nowhere to flee,
and he still searches for you.

Oh, how he wishes,
that he would look to find
any other one of the fishes,
but only you are in mind.

His brain tells him to
keep sailing.
His heart tells him to
stop bailing.

He had everything,
without one bump or kink.
Now he has nothing,
so he lets his boat sink.

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