Walking through the sunny streets
Avoiding eye contact with all he meets
Heading to his favourite place
By the docks where the boats do race
The heat intense burns his skin
He wonders on his life, where he’s been
Thinking deep, lost in thoughts
He wishes for rain to wash them from port
He finally reaches the harbour docks
On the boats and sea beyond his eyes do lock
Imagining what life is like out there
Or is there someone like him laying their soul bare
The heat intense burns his skin
He wonders on his life, where he’s been
Thinking deep, lost in thoughts
He wishes for rain to wash them from port
Seagulls scream and dive above him
There cries strangely comforting
As he watches them gliding on the breeze
He envies their freedom to escape with ease
The heat intense burns his skin
He wonders on his life, where he’s been
Thinking deep, lost in thoughts
He wishes for rain to wash them from port
It’s not so easy for him to escape
His future is written, his bed been made
So many mistakes he can’t correct
Is it too late to try? Probably he expects…
Posted on Aug 21, 2012
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