I look to the sea

and see ships coming in.

Been coming here and sitting on the shore.

Wishing and thinking when can I go.

But what will I do.

Oh be so nice the change.

But my luggage its so heavy.

I best leave it as its not going to be

much use to me there.

The journey owe its so good to breathe in the salt air.

Be so nice with each breathe my pains to disappear.

I escaped your advice and sank into fear.

This was all a illusion.

I have disappeared in to despair

and the ship has long departed.

What will ever become is all in my court.

Who dares wins.