when a gritty texture touch my toes <br />i'm pulled in to journey to primal days <br />wherein simple creature crawl from sea <br />centuries later here i am going back to be <br />amazing not i just go where i came from <br />and that holds true to most two legged buns <br /> <br />with naked eyes i dive down under <br />seeking my long lost tiny brothers <br />fishes looks at me funny, swim away <br />no i won't catch them all i want is play <br />but ah! ah! they have seen people <br />like me taking their big brothers away <br /> <br />so i settle with defensive brown crab <br />running sideways like those asian cubs <br />that's not really fun, i got pinch on the hand <br />sea anemone with beautiful fishes around <br />like floating noodles makes me hungry, i am <br />i run out of the water, start looking for my clan<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/031310-cooling-off/
