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I’ve been too long concealed by highway lights,

Communing with man’s questionable glories.

I’ve roamed the cities and savored the sights

Without once feeling a part of their stories.

Turn back the clock, return me to the source,

Submerge me till I’m light as a leaf.

Hold me down against primordial force

And furnish your gift of sweet relief.

I’ve hit dead end with dry land.

Take me back to surf and sand.

Behold me now splashed upon your alter,

Body aching for serenity.

Draw me in like the Rock of Gibralter.

Steer me back to my identity.

Make me moan with your mighty undertow.

Like Poseidon lure me down to your lair.

Sanctify me in your secret grotto

And hold me so I can’t come up for air.

I’ve hit dead end with dry land.

Take me back to surf and sand.