Ocean, You Say? (Yours)

In earnest;

Blinding lights 

And

Season

-al sounds

Shield we fragile hearts

With glitter in pounds.

But in these,  clashing , times,

(Most of which are mine)

Rooms are building themselves

To keep,  fates , intertwined.

I, the home of pretentious, pretender

Let me keep (them) to myself.