The ship on solid ground
Wishing for the ocean on its bow
To have the high seas caress its hull
The spray refreshing,
But it is on ground,
Lonely for the ocean,
Yearning for that which is so close but afar,
Waves seen crashing on shore
So inviting,
It sees friends in the distance, cutting through waves
Traveling the big blue,
It craves for what it see's
Then a child jumps on
"Mummy,"
"Coin,"
The music starts,
Reality sinks back in,
It travels the waves, of plastic blue,
Music of soothing noise
It dreams of the ocean
But never will be,
As it sits out side an amusement park,
"Teased by the view of the ocean "
That it will never feel,
Only this sea of plastic blue.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
The ship on solid ground
Wishing for the ocean on its bow
To have the high seas caress its hull
The spray refreshing,
But it is on ground,
Lonely for the ocean,
Yearning for that which is so close but afar,
Waves seen crashing on shore
So inviting,
It sees friends in the distance, cutting through waves
Traveling the big blue,
It craves for what it see's
Then a child jumps on
"Mummy,"
"Coin,"
The music starts,
Reality sinks back in,
It travels the waves, of plastic blue,
Music of soothing noise
It dreams of the ocean
But never will be,
As it sits out side an amusement park,
"Teased by the view of the ocean "
That it will never feel,
Only this sea of plastic blue.
