2011 - Day 120

Move locations one by one
Near me to towards the ocean,
Mix it up and live it large
Go tan but wear much lotion.
To move but once a year is tough
I hate the entire process,
But to do it every day for pay
I'd rather work in an office.
I feel the feeling walking by
The mood is energetic,
Mysterious though it seems to me
Nobody's explicitly said it.
My boat is parked in the very same harbor
Where the gold is stowed,
I need take it out for a spin
Before I'm turned to a toad.