“Finding NeMo… or kNow-ME…”
Been fishing too long… Couldn’t find a long fish… Jumping
down the shores of tomorrow… Shores so wide… Full of sorrow… Lived so now in the
shades so narrow… Shores so apart… Each part so shallow… Fishes around, on the
streams of matter… Matter the most… Mostly don’t matter… Sick and tired of
loving so myself… Knowing not who is
this myself…. Self so esteemed…. Esteem
so flattened…. Flattened so like, the tyre in desert… Desert so dry… The food
is fry… Frying around the pan of oil… Oil so needed to grease tomorrow…. Grease
so mean…. Dries the present… Present so
hot, making me not… Not to me, this
presence of me… Me… No-Me or… Know Me… Finding
Nemo… or kNowMe…
