Analysis of The Trip

The Trip
Back on the sand
Into the ocean off of the land
Cold water breaks my skin
Lying deep from far within
Night breaks into day
From a distance far away
An old friend and a new dawn
The nights are cold, the whiskeys warm
Memories follow me into the night
A subtle reminder of rising light
In tune with every note
The missing key the antidote
We looked up at the moon
If it’s not full, it will be soon
I heard a colour and saw a sound
Quite absurd yet so profound
I lit a match and looked away
Should I go or should I stay
Too lose control but hold the wheel
No problem, no big deal
Inside the cyclone I begin to fall
Into the clouds and off the wall

Matt Thomas
6th July 2023