The sand is rushing over me I feel the pressure of the salty ridges wash upon me This leaves me prickly and raw I go to this place So warm and clear to ponder I expect to find calmness I explore my fate, my decisions With every grain Are my choices really mine to make I move my body just before the pressure starts Maybe I can avoid the rugged edges I go to this place So warm and clear to ponder
Good one. It ties in nicely to my own epic work entitled A Grain of Sand. Perhaps we could collaborate on an anthology about the beach some day.
