The Straggler

I would not have turned back
Had the seas remain parted
Had my prophet lingered a little longer
At the shore
Prophets do have so little time
But how can a hundred thousand
Walk abreast on a path meant for one
I struggled to keep up on that footpath
And by the time I reached the shore
The walls of the parted seas came crashing down
So I turned back on the deep blue sea
And faced the devil