Magical Tipsy Toes

There was once a boat. A small boat with a whole load of people floating down the rivers of Bora Bora. Sometimes, the boat got too heavy….with all the dancing and crazy things that go on the boat. But no matter what, the boat made sure, it made people safe. Well…at least it tried. Soon…people on the boat decided to find new boats. And the boat got lighter. The boat felt weird though…what good is a boat if there was no one on it to go floating with. So the boat thought its best if it drifted up north instead. But the boat was scared before it left….so it tied the people’s new boat to its anchor…so that it will always be around..in case the other boats caught on fire or a shark ate it. Or in case there’s a hole in the other boats…this particular boat will be around. As it traveled up to the north….the boat began to realize a lot of things. So slowly, it made its way to the north…The boat suddenly became really tired. The strings it was pulling was beginning to tire it out. Sometimes the boat wanted to cut the strings it was tugging along…other times, the boat wanted to just shipwreck itself. But just when the boat was about too…the anchor of the boat held it down. Letting it rest for awhile. The anchor was made of a really special material. It kept the boat safe and it let the boat rest. Never allowing it to cut the strings or to throw itself to the rocks.

How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
But when I start to try to tell you
That’s when you have to tell me
Hey… this kind of trouble’s only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don’t you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That’s why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me…
Why
Why

I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you’re thinking
And I’ve heard is said too many times
That you’d be better off
Besides…
Why can’t you see this boat is sinking

Let’s go down to the water’s edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me…
Why
Tell me…
Why

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread
These are the tears…
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread

These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
‘Cause I don’t think you know how I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
You don’t know what I feel

-Why, Annie Lennox-

But the boat has realized now, rather sadly…that the strings have to go. It’s accepted that all boats go down different paths at seas…the back of the boat is bruised and way too tired. Yes, so…the anchor may not always be around cause fishes and sun are quite tough on special material anchors…but its ok.

At least…up north there are dolphins.