I sit on the wall and watch the shore
and suddenly it doesn't seem so bad
anymore
the idea of not existing
and floating far away
so that is what I will do
on this lovely fine day
the waves will carry me away
far out to sea
past the fishing boats and ships
and I will think of you and me
and how we used to be
then i will look
up to the sky
and whisper
goodbye
(I know this is similar to one i wrote before, I just can't stop writing about oceans)