Short walk to get there,
long walk back.
Waves like sirens
singing their song
begging me to listen
all the day long.
They throw themselves violently
against the rocks
then they tickle my toes,
trying to wet my not-there socks.
I lift my head
and slowly turn my face
taking it all in.
Well that's done - I'll leap from place to place!
Wait! What's that in my heart?
An urge to explore?
I look across across the sandy beach,
and all I hear is "More, more!"
I find a bottle that needs a note.
First I climb, then descend
trying once more
to reach that water that is my friend.
Then just before I get there -
"Sorry Bud, gotta go."
And with those words
my heart starts sinking low.
Short walk to get there,
long walk back.
