The sun drowns, in what now seems as a red sea

A serene scene of beauty, so full yet empty

White rose peddles dance in the sky, a flock of seagulls fly by

He starts to cry as he thinks “am I going to die”

Each kick is to keep afloat, each glance seeks a boat

Sound unable to emit from his throat, the backdrop seems to gloat

The sun’s reflection is rippled by the waves

An endless empty horizon, he is the sea’s slave

No vessel in sight, just birds and his plight

His fright doubles as he is now welcomed by the night

Seconds seem to last an eternity, while engulfed in agony

The ocean seems happy, to extend his misery

He freezes up, fear struck he has run out of luck

Something touched his feet now his thoughts run amuck 

Of what it could be, his mind then clears “what the fuck”

He is lifted up by sand, slowly but surely he is able to stand

Baffled and dazed and simply amazed by a rescue not planned

He looks around, heart starts to pound as he hears a sound

Could it be, miraculously that a hint of hope he’s found 

Waves crashing on a beach, close enough for him to reach

Unnoticed before, east and west have an island each

The eastern island is flat desolate a void immaculate

No grass or trees nothing appealing about it

And if it wasn’t for the mountain of gold he could stop staring

If it wasn’t for the diamonds he could stop caring

The western island is full of green, a hungry man’s dream

 Each fruit is to be seen his starvation has become keen

 He decides to eat first and then swim in jewels

He jumps in the water and swims full speed as his mouth drools

He’s halfway, he looks back, immediately his speed cools

Could it be that his mind is playing him a fool

Treasure Island fades to black with each inch he gets closer to green

He swims back, and with each stroke improvements are seen

He once again stands in between and realizes a game so mean

He has to pick, a choice so sick this is the cruelest trick

The chance of rescue fickle quite a pickle but time does tick

He grows ever so hungry but he loses the money if he decides to eat

No matter the decision it would be the definition of bitter sweet

Rich with the possibility of starvation or fed with eternal regret

Unable to decide his cheeks run wet his final decision has been set

It’s time for him to roll, he jumps in and swims to his goal

…

He wakes up

…

He was offered a better job in a new city

Upgrade in title and increase in salary

Expense account and a considerable big amount

His only concern is the bridges he might burn

To certain issues his back he just can’t turn

His current living situation is the cause of hesitation

It’s comfortable as is and shouldn’t undergo devastation

He is willing and able to go, his girl refuses to do so

Has to take care of her mother and disabled brother so she said no

Further his career or stay put and do the same shit

The reason for his dream is he cannot pick

But he knows the island he swam to told him what to do

So tell me which island did he swim to?