Eel

You make me feel

Just like an eel.

And I want to wriggle out of it,

I want to squirm away

I want to slime away

I want to crawl away

I’d even travel over land if I had to,

Until I find the rivulet that leads

To the stream of my dreams

And then I’d be following my nose

I’d go with the flow,

I’d have a current affair there

Until stream become river

Fresh water turns to brine

Then I’d ride the tide

Out into the sea

And on across the ocean

Going where I have to go,

All the way out to

The strange Sargasso.