Puerile Boats

The ending of summer was never clear;

Rotten grass, bright horizon, and reliving memories;

Stretching my arms towards the angelic sky,

Craving a sort of redemption from the confusion,

There was so much more farther away than what here lies.

Smelling smoky sausages on a simmering Sunday afternoon;

Watching wicked and wonderful small children prancing about

On grasses greener than the envy found inside creatures in the forest.

Tears would fall from the blue landscape above rarely.

Elders preaching teachings through the crisp air the young would doubt.

Breezes of beginnings started in early May,

But chills of endings started in late September.

Between all of that was the excitement

Of fireworks, rollercoasters, beaches, and roasting marshmallows on fire embers!

But, somehow, I feel that I did not live up to full delightment.

One may ask himself,

What could be better than all of this?

I ask myself,

Is there so much more than just this?

Could I make more memories than the same ones every year?

Instead of walking the beach every season,

What else could I do to live new memories?

Instead of seeing the carnival in town,

What more could I do to find happiness?

Is there more than just reliving this old bliss?

Perhaps this summer, an adventure.

A journey far and wide than not even my mind can see it.

Unpredictable explorations into undiscovered lands.

An adventure that floats over the ocean and steps over the sands.

A wild and erratic pit that falls into the unknown.

A pueril boat, I want.

A boat the floats, flies, and passes through anything.

To climb waterfalls, rise up over the wind, and see the clams where mermaids sing.

Collect artifacts and relics that nobody know exists.

Find treasure and pearls and gems and diamonds,

That I’ll add to my list!

A puerile boat, I want!

A boat that goes upside-down and can tread the ocean floor.

That is all want, nothing less and nothing more!

A puerile boat that spies on animals in exotic forests and jungles.

I will go somewhere and anywhere at all!

Lands small, wide, stranded, huge, new, old, or tall!

Please, glory of heaven!

Give me a puerile boat!

Let me escape the routine that traps me!

Let me experience a new kind of fun!

A different kind of enjoyment, and then I will know my summer is done.