“It would be nice to live on a small island in the middle of nowhere much, then again, I might miss some creature comforts” Gun Roswell
Small island life
The island beckoning, small as it is, the town with only two buildings and a few people there, the rest of it just trees and sandy shores totally free as far as eyes can see, well, at least, for the short stretch, as this is a minuscule island resort, far away from the highlands, and that is fine, as this land might be small, but it’s not crowded and that makes me smile, as all the vile of the big city, never made me feel giddy, not like this place does, and without any kind of fuss, being oneself the key, these people don’t care or flee, even if sometimes in your underwear you like to sprint across the main street, not a feat though as the distance is quite short, pretty much the diameter the island across. And even if this might not be a permanent residence, there is nothing so good sometimes rouging it out, the creature comforts soon forgotten, as the peace and quiet caresses the senses on the verge of total stress, the small island life, can be a strife, but also, a great big reward, if you balance it all right.
Which ride to pick, is a dilemma indeed There are so many boats as far as I can see Small boats, big boats, oars, sails, I know I will fail Unless something easy comes around And then, I will make it off this sandy ground Into the open seas, or lakeside, yes indeed!
When I have finally chosen the vessel As I am boarding the boat, I am getting my chisel Carving it to a stone tablet, this is really happening I am going out to the water edge As I so long ago to myself pledge Now it is happening for real, and I am becoming one with the sea
Trying so very hard to ignore What the weather gods have in store Looking through the window shield As the dark clouds arise from the field
Driving ever faster, beating the storms on this trip The road getting plastered, as the rainy drops drip The goal is just around the horizon, but cannot stop the rising Of the darkening skies, no matter how hard I try
The petal is on the metal, the tires are a screeching But yes, I am my destination reaching Despite being drenched, from the waters around the bend But never mind the weather, as I am here, in this place special