Sulking in the sorrow,
Just for a while,
A little longer,
In this dark world of gloom.
Bringing comfort,
It is a place to visit,
During the low tide,
When the moon rises in the sky.
There is happiness,
In this darkness,
Or is it just me,
Who is a terrible person?
Wonder if this is craved for,
While all one wants is to cross,
Across the waters,
Onto that place where the grass is greener,
Sometimes,
Just sometimes maybe,
We want to be here.