I find him sitting in the sand Looking to the sea with a watch in his hand You don't look to healthy my dear But it is only the ocean he hears Time time time is a joke!!! His voice turns to choke I feel his face with my hand Cold to the touch covered in sand But why can't you live anymore Is there a reason you can't find the shore? Oh please tell me I weep But he just gets to his feet And drops the watch to the wind He's not going for a swim, this time And I can't stop myself from looking As the rip tides take him home Where time turns foam
Reason for writing:
Reason it what we make of it and right now I guess I'm just depressed...again
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