Your gaze encases me in waters and waves that takes me to shores unknown,
Where the taste of the sea gets saltier and becomes more foreign to me.
And as I wash from the waves onto the sand, I see an island of solitude,
Where the wind and birds freely go through the air as they please.
But just as I was encased in blue waters,
My cell becomes the foliage of this forest abound,
Where vines and tendrils form from the bars of iron in my mind.
And as much as I know that I am really free,
My free will is too costly for me to buy my will to build a raft, to get off this land,
Whereby your control exerts over all and me included.
My being is prisoner to your will,
Whereby your gaze, waters that have entrapped me have become branches that smother me,
But as much a prisoner I am, I look to the birds for their sense of freedom, sense of escape,
Where I too may find, but in finding that key to freedom ever so yearned,
My will of unlocking that door is stopped and restricted,
Whereby your gaze, I pause and ask myself if it is of my doing of locking me inside my cell,
And swallowing the key of letting you go.
One day I will run from this shore,
And the sun, sand and sea will be no more.