Gallivanting Pieces

The ocean ebbed for me to stay and there I was with my pockets filled with dreams and shells. I've heard of things deep in the sea, that live down there - that cannot breathe. Words tied loosely with imaginary string, gallivanting off my shield. Worlds are turning, I felt the shift inside my core, now there is a place I fear to explore, but ready for spelunking I go further down the bunny hole and inside myself - deep like the ocean, I watched a piece of me dissolve within and I stayed to rise up above the hallmark of it all, the ocean as my soundtrack to accepting love - my mind still bubbling at it all - but approvingly loosening the reigns on all the goods things, a different path myself is taking.