A full moon drifts across the clear night sky,
lighting a silvery path out to sea,
I sit and think, then realise, oh my!
could that silvery path really be meant for me?
In the distance a dog barks on the beach,
then, to myself, I laugh,
for no matter how I stretch, the stars always seem just out of reach,
once again I close my eyes, walk slowly along my path.
I sit down, light a cigarette,
think a little more,
I'm not beaten yet,
after all I'm not sinking, yet I'm far from shore.
I don't need to stretch my body,
just my mind,
for the first is unlikely for anybody,
but, in my imagination, nothing is impossible, I'll find.