Plowing the Sea

Under a language storm, I was drifting along,

But clutched to your nets, I’m not lost anymore;

Through a vast ocean of knowledge, you’ve guided me for long.

Oh, goodness! Wiser, further, better, we reach the shore. 

My Inspiration

They say it is not worth.
I cannot explain what keeps me on.
Rumour has it I am going crazy.
But If you ask me, Beauty is all I Know.