Kilometers from Sea

Help me, for I am falling
There is no depression to accompany me on my fall
there are no floating rabbits who are late
I am no Alice
and this is no Wonderland

Though I am wondered and wondering
as I am withered and woken

I need a bridge, for my island is overflowing.
My consumption is at a stand still, but my voyage is just begun.

If I continue down this path, when do I reach the ocean?
When do I step my foot into cold new water?
For this bath is too mild now.

I don't want to be uprooted,
I'm just temporarily displaced