The land, or the sea?
A question that would always get to me.

Now I understand what Sebastian had meant
Abound staying under the surface and
Not on the land.

Under the surface,
Trapped and misunderstood.

But the land seemed new and inviting,
And I must say, I was quite excited,

To live the life I'd longed to live
Above and away
Free to be me,

But not the real me.

Because now I see,
Things aren't always the way that they seem.

I guess when I left that day
I had pretty much planned on wanting to stay.

But when I found that the land had
Not been everything that I'd dreamed,

Everything turned right upside down.

With the clam chowder and seafood galore,
Most days would make me sick
To the core.

As I've begun to see
It's not the land calling me
It's the blue ocean out there where I used to swim free,

A home far away,
But my home until the day,

Where I decided to walk
Not swim,
Run
Not float,
In the cool water which
Once seemed as though it belonged to
Not just to me,
But to my friends of the sea.

No troubles, just bubbles
Right under the sea.

As I walk along the surface
I begin to see,

That no other place is home to me
Than under the
Wondrous,
Shimmering,
Shining blue sea.