Fisherman’s Tale

Here man sails.I reside at the coast,a watcher,a former roamer. The breath of mother diminished me,presumably man’s sigh. Sea-dwellers leave their post.I trickle along the waves,eyes darted at me, none I can actually see.heat consumes me. Too repressed my insecurities are,no honest though focused,I project my internal projection.Ideas afloat,aid me back to the waterfront.