Torrent

I

I am going against the flow
And I can't blame myself for splashing in
The tides tempt me into letting go
And swing supine so that I'd give in
But while I'm in, I wouldn't give in
To the grasping seizes of the crests that bump
My head, hands, shoulders, chest so thin
Non-conforming to the wet, soft lump

These jaded eyes are locked afar
Where yonder azure is uncommon
This mind is set into reaching that star
Stealing the vision away from the dark

I'm tired and weary
And humming melancholy
I'm ununderstood, even I could not
Un the un in ununderstood
Weary, not lazy

II

I was going against the flow
But I couldn't blame myself for splashing in
The tides tempted me into letting go
So as to swing supine and thus give in
Now I'm going with the flow
Or should I say: against my will?
My waist, legs, back hurt not and so
Conforming to the truths that beset no thrill

These lustrous eyes have been unlocked
By desperation from somewhere docked
This mind is still set into reaching that star
But returning the sight into the dark

I'm tired and weary
And humming melancholy
I'm ununderstood, even I could not
Un the un in ununderstood
Weary, not lazy, still.