I'm waiting for my ship to come,

Stuck as I am

feet in the quick sand.

I see smoke on the horizon,

Towering in the air,

Sure its finally here.

I hold my breath just a little bit longer,

Knowing I have no time to wait,

Hoping to see some sails.

The water rushes up around me,

It used to move so slowly,

But now it takes no time.

As the sea covers me completely

I know I should be swimming,

But my feets ain't made to move.

In the distance I hear the boats pass,

Floating above my head,

By the time the water recedes,

My ship had already anchored.

Here comes my ride😁.