The moment we anchored.
Frustration mounted.
Docked, we exit.
Into the murky concrete sea.
First thing to happen?
Got lost in the middle of the lake with no paddle.
Immediately smashed the compass.
Nothing could calm the roaring boil.
Stuck in the middle.
Suffocating on the salt
Scream into the black night.
Tourists see ocean madness.
Full blown loonies at work.
Too far gone to help.
Jumping overboard.
Drowning in the darkness.
No life preserver could save.
Regrets of coming in the first place
Am I crazy?
Or just stupid?
No…
I’m searching for buried treasure.
Outsider Thrown In

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