sometimes the minds go astray 1

The calm sea

The wind stays

Whirring quietly

Letting the strokes flow

The fishermen sit still

The boats rocking slowly

The ripples on the sea

Nothing to worry

Then the chords change

The tempo rising chill

The drumbeats hit it hard

It rocks the sea

The fishermen watch

Eyes focus on the sea

The huge bubbles rising

They have no way to hide

When the shock hit

The fishermen say a short prayer

Rocking the boats nearly falling over

Then they see

It is a huge submarine

Emerging from its hide and seek

The fishermen from fear to smile

Hello and wave with fear out of eyes