Oh, wouldn't you love to live
To sail those seas and kiss those lips
To trail those woods 'til your feet have bled
To assail each peak with vigor and zest
Yet stranded 'pon your rickety dock
With a line in hand and no fish caught
Reminiscing on days ne'er to come
You sit, awaiting everything, seeing naught
Oh, wouldn't you love to give
Your all to the very next song she plays
To dance on your misery's shallow grave
And chance an eve with dreams of a sweeter fate
Yet blanched in her presence you shall remain
Astutter of all you ache to say
To a lover whose face changes ev'ry day
So 'pon your rickety dock you dwell
While your fishing line canters with the swells
Wondering if you might hook your fill
Before the clang of the dinner bell.
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