Island's End

There upon the sandy shore beneath a smoky sky
Past the telltale varied trappings where the tourists lie
Beyond the rocks and midst the surf betwixt the land and sea

You’ll find me at the island’s end… just the gulls and me.
 
The gulls at least they have their flock
The waves the tide; the crabs the rocks
I alone here have no purpose
No flock to join, no fins to surf with.
 
I seek out peace at island’s end
Only to face familiar questions again
I find that doubts are my only companion
As I search for signs but never find them
 
I can see in the distance the tourists cavort
Delighting in words, sun and sport
But the chaos of life has worn me down
I jealously guard what peace I’ve found.
 
Certainly, I could pretend to belong
Buy a few drinks and they’ll play along
We’ll laugh and play and fight the tide
Without a thought of duty or pride
 
But once I dreamt of following a creed
Of being a crusader of great words and deeds.
It seems to me many ages ago
But I once had places to be and to go
 
The tide brings me a tenuous peace
Can troubles wash away like driftwood on the beach?
The world is so simple yet somehow complex
The waves wash in… the seaweed collects
 
There is no home for me by the surf
Soon comes night and my return to the turf
I take a last look at the stars as I leave
knowing in my heart that this is just a reprieve.
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