The more I swim – the less I go.
There is a cold wide more I swim,
There is a quiet green less I go,
I hear the whale’s songs in my more
And listen to the cat’s tales in my less.
They tell me about coasts and ways out,
They want me to escape and balance between.
The more I know – the less I know,
And the smartest sees
The dumbest one in the mirror.
There is a narrow seashore, where
My ego and ambiance want to stay,
Fearing sharks and waves in more,
Beasts and leaf fall in less.
But the winter is coming,
And I slide.