As the stars and moon shine upon me,
I lay myself against the bottom of a tree.
Watching the reflections of the light,
Waver about in the cold sea night.

I cannot help to think of what has happened,
What all life has fastened,
To be grateful for thy gifts and talents,
Yet to push for a new meaning of balance.

The echoes of the waves crashing on the shore,
Giving me more to look for.
Though I continue to still look,
And all still seems to be in a nook.

Only if I can find to open myself up,
I might be able to not be a stupp.
Though until that happens to come true,
I'll just continue looking upon this blue.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 294 AF.