From the back of the sea I see me,
Tall and slack in all my poor glory
I see the horizon, without the light
Without the sunset, radiant hues of red and purple shining bright
I see it as I ought not
From the back where I stand in the light, not feeling it
Dios ayudar, God help me
What have I become, an alien or perhaps a nomad
Wondering where I ought not
Daring to abide in the sunset
Taking for granted the front side of which im meant
To be…
But why? To be safe?
Alas no, I have traded common pleasures for rare obscurities
Like the meaninglessness of these words
These characters of prominence are no longer eminent
And, as I see myself from the back of the sea,
I am no longer, what I wanted to be

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