I’m swimming in a sea of words
Some may find this concept absurd
Is it metaphorical at best?
How is reality expressed?
The poets and the novelists must play
In the sea of words everyday.
But some of us have made our own small pools
Where we control the words by rigid rules.
I like floating idly by
Lost in my own sweet reverie.
Laziness is really hard to learn
Willpower has to take its turn
I’m smiling in a sea of words
Causing consternation in the birds.
I’m floating in the warmth of Shakespeare’s spell
Why don’t you come in with me as well?