I saw it for a minute.
Existing in name only,
Taunting me to come after it.
Pushing my feet closer to the boundary.
The water played with my mind,
The mist took over every part.
I looked harder – but was blind.
I stood taller – but was too short.
Yes, the mist is deceiving.
It pulls you out to sea,
It leaves you wishing,
That you never saw what you see.