the water is wild, so live on the land

happiness, i guess, is better in sand

small ships can be big boats

like tiny diamonds closing throats

emotion, can't speak from pure delight

but pure happiness will end tonight

then plannings, rituals, duties, and sighs

leave no wild beauty left in one's eyes

weddings are so great - in theory, at least

happy tears, lovely clothes, and delectable feasts

eventually minds though grow weary

of the same old same

search for different happy with a different name

divorce is a ritual too -

though leaves most sad and blue -

why live by rituals at all?

coming to live at society's

beck and call

live, live! by the wild in your eyes

make every second surprise

on land, in sand, or in sea

just ... just be

think

"every second now belongs to me. "