Not quite what it seems 🤔

Where my mindfulness is anchored lost fathoms within

And my two feet are fast flippers like a fish with a fin

As yon oceanic roar is a melodious mandolin..

So I sink and I swim as the aquatic sea birds fly

Sweetly singing a shushed lullaby

To  Mermaid tiny tots with teardrops from a cry

Yet as Mr. Moon waxes and wanes then I bid them all my Goodbye..

I am lost in a loveliness of not quite what it seems

Stuck in a rut of repetitive dreams

Paddling through puddles of caviar and creams