i did not think i would make it that far.
3 years, 7 months, and 12 days exact
i slugged the sea you where mindlessly bathe
and trudged the land you so carelessly step.
my voyage enduring, but mind at ease,
i longed for new life – something different? perhaps.
with shell in high gear i trekked the slopes,
when stuck to a rock i never lost hope.
but here you come, you stupid beast of man
thinking i’m small and a crumb of your earth,
a pebble perhaps? i’ll skip him to sea!
wave me goodbye with no thought for my soul.
just a snail i am? well, yes i may be,
but i’m coming back, in three years you’ll see!