What, am I really looking for
when you, were all around me?
Maybe I do have faults.
How big, is the island?
I can see, that it lies, all around you,
but maybe we can pretend.
Why, did I trespass when
the tide, was never ending?
could hurt ever die?
Who, am I to tell you?
It will never, be forgotten,
and I do have faults.
How big, is the island?
You said, that it bows,
flows, shakes and tends.
Could we ever pretend?