While I sit here staring,
The sun glinting off the water,
surface glaring.
The waves all a crashing,
The sounds all a bashing
Inside my skull.
While the surface is sparkling,
I sit here without inkling,
Of what it’s like to be an underwater creature,
The wind blowing the sand against the great beach features.
And as i sit here, I think to myself, Of what it would be like,
What it would be like to be a hungry, deep dwelling, scaly, tentacled
Four eyed sea monster.