Reminder by the Sea

freedom of the sea
freedom of the ocean
to you it’s restricting
movement limited
stuck on the ground
this ground, made of cement,
and sand
cannot even imagine
though beginning to
as it hit me just now
that free is no longer in your vocabulary
circumstances made it unordinary
when you look out over
outstretched vast amounts, of water
reminder of a weary road
the trip on a wobbly boat
seeing people come and set off again
the sea, not your friend
used to love it, gave you peace
swimming a happy thought
now if only it could help you cross
get off this prison land
stuck here, without a choice
water an obstacle
hard to overcome
staring at the horizon
to restless waves
will it ever be quiet
if I am free
is this where I belong?