But for me to be what you so deeply want
Yet to not be contained by you or your thoughts
I exist for me, to be all I can be when you call
The port doesn't travel, ships and ferries do
The beach never moves, waves fro and to
The road goes nowhere, your walk moves you
I exist like these, for to rest a while and renew
You could sit at the docks, watch the churn
Recline on the sands under the golden sun
You could stop to smell the roses at every turn
I am not a thing that you can claim to own
Come, rest a while, leave at first light or dusk
I shall hear all your stories of love and arid lust
You can carry in your memories a gentle dust
I still will be here smiling through my red rust
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