by Alex Fitzsimmon

Created on: January 25, 2010

Confusion has followed at my feet

More times than I can remember

My mind tossed against the raging waves

Yet the fragrance of the sea

Has a sweetness that drives me to let go

Free myself from the past

And leap for the presence

Confusion knew my name to well

Stared into my eyes with fire

Scorched fingers and lungs that burn

Yet the fragrance of the sea

With the sweetness that makes me

Lethargic

Free myself from the past

And Leap high ….. Very high

Leaving confusion as my past

At last!

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