Stop you can’t go
There is enough sand in here
Why do you always choose to go
Just lend me a hand here
But what about the birds and the laughter
waiting for me to dance along
I need to feel the warmth of the land
Even if its just once for me
There is trash spread all over there
As if I would still care
They won’t ever stop coming to see you
You may not even reach the shore once
But I will surely last longer than them
Stubborn or not I must go on
There is so much to me, they don’t know yet.
Librocubicularist soul 