Sitting on the shore
I hear the ocean’s roar
Swimming fish float by
Causing me to wonder, “Why?”
Why the human is bound to land,
When the sea is so big and grand?
Why can we not float away,
Leaving behind care of day?
Sadly leaving my beach so serene,
I look back to see the marine.
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 5:58 PM UTC
Sitting on the shore
I hear the ocean’s roar
Swimming fish float by
Causing me to wonder, “Why?”
Why the human is bound to land,
When the sea is so big and grand?
Why can we not float away,
Leaving behind care of day?
Sadly leaving my beach so serene,
I look back to see the marine.
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