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.