Man

You're a man without
instruction manual.
I groping in the dark,
for thou art a mystery
period of the waves on the run.

Wind breaks down,
the last reason, after
a beautiful day.
As the result, and northwest.
I rise in the water,
who wants to flow to the beaches.
The rock will raise the
sea pearl containing
mussel.

I hate to throw a veil of longing
over the sun.
Always present, always unattainable,
this world's happiness is.