This is how I felt on Tuesday just gone.
“I am an Island
People like to visit
But never would live on
I am an Island
People like to talk about
But never for long
I am an Island
In the middle of the ocean
Nothing but sea for miles and miles
I am an Island
I only stand alone
I am an Island
My trees grow fruit that are
Always too sweet
I am an Island
My climate is always too hot
For those who like the heat
And I am too cold for those
For those ready too sleep
I am an Island
Few dare to visit
They fear they may destroy
My precious flowers
I am an Island
It’s hard to travel to
So people just don’t.
Lost at sea
Some people may be
Desperate to get out of a storm
I am a Island
My Sirens will both draw you in
And keep you away
Visit my Island
In the middle of the ocean
You will find excuses
And not show
I am an Island
I’m white with snow
I am an Island
Often with tearing eyes
From my grey coloured skies
I am an Island
With Character
Man wants to make similar
To them
I am an Island
With feelings
Few people see
I am Island
People visit
Who stays?
Just me.
I am an Island
Wishing for a life
Like a fish
So many fishes a like
I am an Island
Wishing for a life
Like Man
I am an Island
Wishing To free
Of the Island
I seem to be
I am an Island
My seasons change
Within seconds
I am an Island
I have no beaches
Just Rocks
I am an Island
My roads are narrow
I am an Island
My Clouds
Will cover your
Sun
I am an Island
My plants are dangerous
I am an Island
Surrounded by a vast and
Dangerous sea
Ask yourself this
Would you visit me?
I am an Island
So worth the risk
I am an Island
With buried riches
I am an Island
With imprisoned bitches
I am an Island
So worth your time
But that time will never be
Mine
I am an Island
Never heard
Never seen
People like often to be mean
I am an Island
Never alone
When it’s light
Never warm
When the stars ignite
Don’t think too much
Don’t be sad
For me
After all
I am an Island
You see
This isn’t
A metaphor for me
I am an Island
Nothing more
Nothing less
I am an Island
That just me.”
Can anyone relate?
