Swans

always return to the sea
with the question of stay
and the notion of love
i woke today in the ocean
disappointment chasing me
more is in the lead
change surrounds this race
of mine and time
i am not a very good pretender
you took me by surprise
summer is on her way
and so am i
i don't think i could stay
without leaving
i think it is soon time to go
this island is odd
another boy going back
up the birth canal
i feel like i am finished with this
don't need to know yet
must remember
it is the red ones that bite