Man

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

Wind break up, the inside of a
the last voice of reason.
As the result, and northwest.
I rise in the water,
who wants to flow to the beaches.
You will bring the rock
sea mussel, inside
to find the pearl of the miraculous.

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