I am staring at the ocean/ from the pier in my hometown/ I am watching seagulls flying/ 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 now live in a northern city/ I am out here on my own/ I am thinking about my childhood/ and how it disappeared/ 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 for once I'm glad I'm here/ as I walk by abandoned seashells/ on the Port Hueneme pier
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