Standing idly on ocean fronts I find myself wanting
Upon rocky shores who's seas are empty filled with air and depth

Mountains call home to the soul.
The stars stare back to meet my eyes.
If life were made to life inside
Our eyes would be black
Air would never be so fresh

So what is it, as I sit upon the shores edge
What is it I thirst for, What is it I want?
A smile escapes into grin
Why would I ask myself a question I know the answer to?