Marta

You drape all my deeds, like seaweed on the bar, say salt brings serenity, blow out all my pay, then fly afar, what a terrible waste, clinging to the sea, something in a bottle, thoughts won’t set you free, in a different age, you’d have no fancy car, now you hesitate, you don’t fill my needs, a warm hazy fog, that rolls from childhood dreams, dancing on the waves, is all the stuff you're not, instead we view the wreckage, love's no good for me, too many scars, holy water is my drink, , what's going on?