Half Moon Bay

I have this special place where no one ever goes, so I can think of different things and no one ever knows. Half Moon Bay, they call it, waters calm and warm. Hypnotized by ripples wide, birds fly over in swarms. I often think of troubles past and evaluate my mind. So often they'd confront me and not be very kind. Reflections on the water seems to illuminate my thoughts. Past, present and future and things that I forgot. This special place lies beneath my head in all its splendor, you see, a bottled up reminiscense that I can only be.