My mind believes my body.
Still swaying with the waves and stingrays.
Up and down, perpetually.
Washing away worry and regret.
Meditating the days from dark.
Hours later in sad chair.
I am still moving.
Rolling and bouncing.
Between shore and more.
Where freedom truly exists.
Present tense is a farce.
Because it is fleeting.
Moments mean the past.
Now is an illusion.
But sometimes.
with the right eyes.
you can see forever.
in a smile.
in a horizon line.
maybe in left over motion.