I stand on sandy shores,
Looking out on the great blue,
Wishing I was away from me,
Or rather farther from you,


White sailboats,
Are just beyond my grasp,
And in blue paint,
On the side,
It claims happiness.

My toes curl,
In the damp sand,
Watching people run into the water,
While I'm stuck on land,
And I would swim as well,
But I'm afraid of sharks,
Or really anything,
That prefers the dark,

I know how to swim,
In the back of my mind,
Have I just forgotten then,
Or lost it with passing,
Tides?

It's now midnight,
On my sandy beach,
And I'm praying for the water,
To just reach my feet.