Under the sea

I clearly work undercover, I'm proving myself smarter than I ever believed..

Just the little things. Each step a volcanic question.

Make sure I've learnt my lessons.

Clearly working undercover with a fish as a best friend, speaking godiliy goop until the end.

Laughing bubbles to the surface.

How a pen became my friend, I do not know.

How words became sewn together, I do not know.

Yet its clear I work undercover.

Not even searched my own ocean proper, still cleaning out things that don't belong.

I'm sorry if my waves have you chocking or tripping upon.

Yet I work under cover without even realising, I'm surfacing, im rising.

Yet bewildered, at how a world so huge, could be so bad.

Warmth of the sand.
The kisses of the breeze.
Silent whispers from the trees.

Flying in and out of me, the world collapses on me and I bow down refusing to leave.

Lost in this mystical life, the essence of life.

Never been one to go under cover but it seems I've been protecting something for quite some time.

Never did I know, myself is the treasure I would find..

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