If I wasn’t me
what would I see?
Life’s laundry list, a repeating theme.
In times like these
things start to get clean,
it’s just all the other times,
that have left me soiled, but boy oh boy
that’s not the point of today.
Bare bones in the wash, dare tell what they say?
If what I see, is merely a shell
then I’ve got some listening to do
before hearing that ocean once more.