At heart I am just an old sea dog…

At heart I am just an old sea dog…
Even though some days it feels like a long way to the sea…
I think it is important to go inside myself to see what I’m made of…
By the way who do you think you are?

Inside me there are old sailor songs and stories of forgotten treasures…
My sailor buddies always singing the tunes…
And just as the sun sets under the curly waves…
I enjoy the vanishing view.

You look thoroughly confused!
Yeah, you may be a little less wild and free…
Standing in the pool of your own shadow…
Like a prisoner in enemy territory…

I too, am confused about humans…
I watch each day as you drag your heavy plow through fields laden with mud…
Your telling expressions…
The influence of your powerful eyes.

But inside you there is much more than this…
You may not be a sailor, but there is something else in there…
It is not some silly, clownish, trick…
Why?
Because you are the earth, the sky, and the sea.

I love you,

Annie