The seagull flies lightly over the wind
Watching the docks where boats toss up lazily as beach balls
And people stumble across deck as though drunk
Not quite reaching the sea’s outstretched hand
And others walk away back into the maze of city streets
Never to find their way out into the wide world
Trapped in a matrix of thoughts like fish in nets
Each slides into their place, one at a time
Like figures moving around a clock to mark the hours
And at midnight everyone pushes inside
Not seeing the swirling mass of lights overhead
Lighting the way to things beyond
The people don’t dare look up
They are too tired to be confused by what they don’t know
And would sit inside waiting for the sun to guide
With one right ray of light it’s not so hard
But you wonder why you feel so heavy on the ground
And you wonder why the days lose their meaning
When you never took the time to think outside yourself
You never took the time to ask what you were doing there
No wonder you are tired, hearing yourself mutely scream
You are free, you are free
About this: Inspired after reading the novel Moby Dick in my classes. Yes I read almost all of it, including parts about rigging a boat. I was told that the book was about being open to new ideas and being brave enough to ask the question not asked by others. I wrote this poem to help myself understand.
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