motions of the ocean waves enters space

 
enters the sandmen and I wan't to escape
under scrutiny I spin
oscillating in the atmosphere I shimmer

I sparkle and shine
not all that shines is gold
I ache inside knowing as long as I've been around I still lack
I wonder if I will continue to evolve

I hurt thinking my personality will split and shift again
then feel myself fade again
while others enjoy the best of me
I am left with the shattered remains
ashes I hold tight to

I know there is beauty in me raw as it is
not everything is a finely sculpted jewel
creation is chaotic I'm an artist
I prefer behind the scenes
I don't want to be out in the eye of the storm

still I spin in the aether
my creations come to life haunt me
nothing left to do
cept slow down and accept myself
take credit for mistakes and glory in success

somehow I worry
wondering by whose measure do I weigh that?

so many peering eyes I wonder
I've been in aggressive societies
and very passive peoples
they don't agree

I am their co creator
nothing was or is that I didn't start into motion
I take responsibility for some rough draft ideas that didn't work well
but once something is in motion it is an entity of it's own

you have free will you know...