The Morning I Had To Leave

Ocean waves, morning birds
A sound as old as any memory we know
A young one goes pedaling onto the sand
And back again, quickly
This is his time
Early morning, new beginning
And I am searching, always searching
For the meaning in it
Just there, I placed myself
Inside the scene
But could I, just as easily
Have left myself out?
Let it all go by without
Me?
Notice and observe
See and describe
But not be here?
Could I not be here?
Could I write it but not know it?
Could I see it but not be it?
An invisible observer of the world
Or could I ride the waves?

Ocean waves, morning birds
Now another one goes walking
Up the boards
Onto the beach
Because his time has come
He is older; he stays
Longer
He knows more than the other
That you must stay to listen
If you want to hear
I'm still here
I don't know for how long
I don't remember when I came
But one thing I am sure of
The sea has been here longer
And after I have gone
It will certainly remain
Now, I hear the train