In my white sea,
There is a place to be,
An island dense and clouded.
My beauty ofcourse, is dumbfounded.
Beneath me lie the greatest depths,
The biggest truths and lies,
I talk a lot,loud or soft
Only an eager listener listens oft.
On my coast, there is a lot to boast,
Vegetation of different criteria,
Uniform they look, all of them most,
Sometimes, speak love or shout hysteria.
The waves of my sea,
Upset or glee,
Are my main functionaries,
So my master rejoices or worries.
To him I belong, his name is Jake,
Good care does he take of me,
Thank God, me, he doesn't plasticize,
Appears no glass to me, to criticize.
And for him I feel bad,
Guilty that my functionaries create,
What he calls happy or sad,
'Cause the rays through my waves always permeate.
The waves of my 'see',
Make Jake, what is he,
That is my only contention,
He's only the "twists of my perception".
