jellyfish standing on the cliffs watching the ocean roll in from below the horizon you feel yourself flooded with awe with white-crested happiness? well, so do I your hidden thoughts crash against the well guarded doors of your mind weakening them like breakers eating away at the shore? so do mine your dreams soar high in the tangy air you are the kite the gull on the wing? that's what I am I feel I think I dream I am born human after all so why is it, Sir that you treat me like you would treat a stranded jellyfish that's poked with sticks and stuck with feathers by romping children?