All paths lead to the sea but they ain’t all easy
You might find an easy road but it won’t be free
So I walk and I climb and I scrape till I get weary
Just to find what is waiting there for me
But what other way is there for it to be?
And you may find a hole which you can sleep in
And you may find a hole where the ground is hard
And you’ll find to eat but the fruit ain’t always juicy
And you may find to drink where the water’s old
But what other way is there for it to be?
All our dead ends are just our limitations
No wings to fly way down this wild gully
Where I’m sitting here to voice my incantations
Cicadas scream hypnotic from tree to tree
And what other way is there for it to be?
Copyright (c) Robert Hale 2015; Cala d’Albarca, Eivissa.
(Photo by the author.)