Walking by the sea
I are reminded of beer
when my feet goes half immersed in sand
I am reminded of a girl
as I stand there hoping
the next wave will touch my feet
I am reminded that tomorrow is still unknown
How long has one to wait,
for a wave to touch the feet.
And how many waves should touch your feet,
before you are swept away.
How many waves more will it take then,
to bring back what is left of you.
I stand there thinking
and I am reminded that I am alive