Letting Go

The ocean ran dry
before the rusted anchor
descended to the floor

I'm passively gathering
the pieces together
to see if they'll form
the tallest tower
that this city
has ever seen

If I can climb again
I might reach
the top to gaze
and define my own existence

Or I can lay
with the sun to my back
and let the warmth
creep inside

Such a luxury
to feel so priveleged
just to be able
to fly in my mind

I've replaced my sight
with the images in my mind
and now I finally see
what everything means
I can almost reach
a higher level

And I'll pace the grounds
and be pacified
with the tranquility
that's presented to me

Or I can swim
and kiss the waters
and have them make me
whole again
and let go of conventions
to be at ease

Tedious overwhelmings
no longer haunt
and violences will hold off
until another time