Marta

You drape all my needs, like seaweed on the bar, salt brings serenity, blow all my pay, then fly away afar, what a terrible waste, clinging to the sea, like something in a bottle, it won’t set you free, a different age, have to stamp the tar, still you deliberate, roll out all my deeds, in a warm hazy fog, childhood dreams, dancing on the waves, 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?