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
