There’s an island across from me; surrounded by the sea. I don’t know what happens there or anyone who’s been.
But this island it has always been right across from me, from childhood to grown-up now and still I’ve never seen a person come or go from it. What could this island be?
Sometimes I head down to the coast. I love to sit and watch, to see what happens on that island. If anything at all.
I’ve never seen movement; not as of yet, at least not when I’m there watching. I have been there both night and day, but still I don’t see life.
The island remains a mystery until this very day, still surrounded by the sea but no sailors go to stay.
One day I hope to travel there, but alas I know not how. I also cannot be too sure if Ill return to shore.
The mysterious island across from me; surrounded by the sea. Nobody knows how it got there or how its buildings came to be.