Port Hueneme pier (rewrite one)

 

I am staring at the ocean/ from the pier in my hometown/ I am watching seagulls landing/ I am not on solid ground/ I am thinking of my loved ones/ the people I hold dear/ as I walk by discarded driftwood/ on the Port Hueneme pier

I was born here by the water/ the Pacific is my home/ I new live in a northern city/ I am out here on my own/ I am thinking about my childhood/ How did that disappear/ as I walk on sand and seaweed/ on the Port Hueneme pier

today my memory is a camera/ and it captures all it sees/ waves of blue/ shadows of silver/ water fading under me/ I am thinking I'm never satisfied/ but I'm glad that I am here/ as I walk among abandoned seashells/ on the Port Hueneme pier