Oh! How the ocean flows
How it's waves crash magnificentlyagainst the large boulder rocks
Why do you keep me here?
I yearn to be set free!
I hide tender secrets
deep within me
of mythical creatures
with tails for legs
and tentacles- one, two and three
They drown me with incessant thoughts of
"Oh, I long to visit the land,"
Where they have skin instead of gills
and strange things such as hands
But I like it here, in this nice blue
where it's gloomy and cold
Be gone my child, I shall miss you so,
Oh! How the ocean flows.
