A Wave of Stimuli: What a Stormy Sea!

Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine a world
where serenity smiles with glimmer and gold.
 
Oh, a world with gentle rolling waves  
and a third arm to cover the complexities:  
the secrets beneath each subtle salty wave.
 
Yes, a third arm could hold high  
like a shield of a knight, blocking harsh  
stimuli that beat at my eyes.  
Pounding liquid punches.
 
If only I had a third arm attached.  
I could finally prep the sail and mast.
Plentiful could be the ship of my efforts.
If only I had a third arm attached...
 
Curse these jagged stones, hard like hail,
hidden behind the ocean‘s veil.
Pounding liquid punches.
I wish to banish these unfriendly waves;
but I am the mere sailor stuck in a storm that prevails;
 
but despair traps me in, forcing my eyes  
to forever watch the motion of the waves.
Pounding liquid punches.
A desire for a third arm, a lack of a wish—
a need.
 
Sometimes I open my eyes and see the world
where the ocean outside is flooding my own.