Thoughts Straying in Words

In the City, I don't really belong

Where it's chaotic and crowded;

In the sea, all day and nightlong,

Where materialistic life enshrouded,

By the ever-changing scenic view,

Of the creative arts, Nature drew; 

In the sea, steering about in a boat,

With a grey-haired man and his wisdom;

Waking about on a beach, of an island remote,

Or drifting with the current of underwater Kingdom;

Here I am, with thoughts straying endlessly;

When I'd rather be, close to nature where it's heavenly.

Cheers!

Hammett