The Sea
When everything was boring to me
A place far away was calling to me, calling my name
Come here come here yoh boh, come here
With tired men, like me
We listen to the knocking on heaven’s door
Coming to the sea, like the sun
We are knocking on heavens door.
Some place exotic we spent a lot of money and drank so much
And met strangers, odd and crazy
Talking with them about meaningless things.
She had a small face and white skin, so white
With a mole on her nose
But I suddenly realized this is meaningless and empty
And no more exotic.
I am …
But I am wondering
Where is my happiness
It is on the other side of heaven’s door
But heaven… the way to heaven is distant and meaningless.
Written by James Jung
Writing Clinic







