Boundaries

The trouble with them is
the obligation to keep

How can I, when all they are is seawater,
and all I want is to plunge into the blue

The trouble is I swim
and you are stirring the bottom's sand

How can I oblige the mirror
and take the chosen path?

The sirens are calling,
the ropes are cut again

The mast that held me bound
splinters, the storm has just begun