Across the water, on the wind
O'er fields of grass, the warm breeze blows
In sunny skies the cloulds float by
The waves crash in, the cold stream flows
On dancing toes they prance and flutter
Not standing still, but to and fro
Too bold, too tired, they rush and wander
Too fleeting to let an idea grow
And so the slides go past at pace
Too fast to see, too brief to know
The scenes in my distracted mind
Take me out of the present with places to go
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