I Miss The Sea

(Traffic... becomes the tide...) This city was built on strict, straight blueprints Concrete and glass press me down, floor by floor I walk down the avenue like I'm on the seabed, but dry Getting used to the static, the stone, the wrong route to try The geometry of streets locks me in a square I watch the sunset, but what is it even there If it doesn’t drown in the salt, in the living deep If it just fades out on a brick wall, so steep I feel with my skin how the air turns stale Here I become a mannequin, pretty but pale I need a scale to knock down this pride from above I need a place where they burn all the bridges of love I miss the sea, its icy breath on my face I miss the noise that erases all space In this world of corners, crossroads, and perfect design I want to choke on freedom, leave all rules behind Wash off the dust from these tired, gray roads I miss the sea... That knocks me off my toes Streetlights pretend to be beacons, but they’re not the same In puddles I see only mud, not water’s deep name People in cars—like in bathyscaphes, locked with a key But I need a storm’s ray, something real, something free The architect forgot to prescribe the tide here I’ve been silent so long, but now I’ll sing out of fear With this metro rhythm, with the wheels’ knock in the night Because a storm is awakening somewhere inside Let the granite be strong, let the bridges stand still But I can’t tame this hunger, this ache that I feel It’s a thirst for a space where the gaze won’t hit a façade Where no one will bring you back, no one, you’re not owed ~~~ I miss the sea, its icy breath on my face I miss the noise that erases all space In this world of corners, crossroads, and perfect design I want to choke on freedom, leave all rules behind Wash off the dust from these tired, gray roads I miss the sea... That knocks me off my toes Just give me a horizon Where the concrete ends I miss the sea