Can you see here?
Understand why I ride the rhythm to your beat.
Keep walking alongside the beachside.
Pitter patter, tiny feet.
How I feel when the breeze blows, sea grows, waves roll into people.
When masters lay claim to victims and it’s the same to them but not to me.
When I’m all I can be but I’m still not free.
Hello heart, can you hear me?
©G.P Williamson 2017