Maxwell Blue's Oubliette:

By The Bay

I’ve been at the edge of the bay all night,
A peaceful stillness on surface,
Pools of moonlight had encompassed me,
I wish I could be the perfect son.

But I come back to these waters,
No matter how hard I try I venture every trail I trace,
I sail on every bet I place.

To the place I know,
Where I cannot go,
Where I long to be.

Sea is a wetter version of the sky, It calls to me.

No one shall ever know how far it goes.
If the wind blows so very strong,
Much of my life will leave me behind.

One day I’ll know.
When I go there’s no telling how far I’ll go.

I know everyone on the bay, we have our own island,
Everything in life is set that way.

Every bit of their ‘Truth’ has its own ‘Meaning’,
And all the people must find their own star,
So maybe we should let the island inhabitants be.