The footprints I leave seem to follow me
Curved, un straight, but always true
I left my mark in the sand
Gave me a sense of self, pride
Until the great tide washed away
All I had made
The ships on the horizon of setting sun
Make me lethargic for a sail
to be captain for a day
Just feel alive in surf
What's next?
Where do I go?
Doesn't matter to the moon
And the silver's so bright
I don't care to be anywhere else
Just the water, moon, and me
We whisper secrets to the wind
I long for a whiskey or scotch
That my life wouldn't be such a botch
I'm a blip in time
That the days will soon forget
Sun doesn't hold a ray for me
For I would be to bright too comprehend
For it's always the wisest
That go overlooked, on a hook
We're all as fish in the oceans of life
Cast us off to live another day
Where we'll blur into city sidewalks
With construction and obstruction
The sun will beat
On my days to forget
Rather whist-full...
ReplyDeleteYeah, I think that's the way I intended this one, no big surprise here but I was picturing when I have gone on vacation's to the ocean.
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