An old creaky wooden dock
With boats awaiting you
To take them somewhere
They’d never been before
Social Groups of retirees
Gossiping about the new owners
A cool breeze
Wrapping you up
And taking you away
Delivering you to a place
Unreachable from anywhere else
The small narrow street
That you walk down
It’s like walking back in time
Back to when
You came here as a child
And felt the same breeze as you walked
To the deserted beach
Where you then fell prisoner
To the depths of the ocean
