Gentle waves tickling the shore
like the sirens fingers motioning
come join me, come join me
gentle breeze wraps around me
and hold me in a trance
eyes staring at the horizon
oh those noisy seagulls
with their happy chatter
searching for what they desire
and , what is my desire, I ask
or am I like them, searching
circling again and again
perhaps I should get off this rock
and return to the world
and realize I am me