The chill

My state of comfort
has always been the chill
the water running
the breeze filling in
I don't know how slow I can move
how much I can relax
be myself under the summer sky
smile shine and wave fast moving ships goodbye
there are wishes and woes
competition, pressure and jokes
as if these things will never end
and I am happy that I am sad
I am happy that I am sad
I am talking to words with words
like i know they would talk back to me in words, crazy
I feel like a zombie and walk like a king
I don't know who needs more air to breath
its about blood, sconce, celebrations and the chill ... and the chill

Shringi
02 October 2009