The waters wash over me
Unknown of what is in their deep
Holding adventure
The sun beaconing for a chase
Until morning
The waters they roll deep
Beaconing the adventure in me
The dawn is breaking as the tide rolls in
Filling the tank
Catch me outside
Riding the wind and the waves
Laughing with friends
Thankful for the plans we made
We feast ‘till our stomachs are full
Watch the sun set
And take a dip
Hope its not to cool
Music that blasts
As we glide across the water
We smile, this is not pretend
Surrounded in company
This is not the end
But the threshold of many good stories.