The reason
For this reason I dipped my paddle there.
Right where the water touched the air
Slow yet swiftly it came to me
To stride out upon that sea
The soaked oak would hold its edge
Cutting the water a foamy ledge
And off that ledge I seemed to jump
To never strike with a thump
No at that point time did stand
Until awoke by a foreign land
Here possibility was no currency
To be spent or bought with such urgency
Here I hold onto leisure
And lose myself to fever
And it is you that brought me so near
So I may dip my paddle here