i walk slowly away from the lake
that has taken a swath of my time
i learned two to three i can relate
these eyes has enough of the show
i'll feed my heart with something new
over the field where everybody walk
and vocalize when they are in need
i start my car and look back to ocean
rippling, reaching, dashing as usual
i would love to glide through full speed
rooster tail follows me to every which way
when i reach the bridge i have too much
knots for a day; turn around anchor out
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