I wish I could be like the one at the sea,
living our lives like nothing is real.
Washed away.
The dreams of yesterday.
I lift my head up stumbling along the way,
I saw a big black cloud rousing over my head.
I looked around.
Lost, rebound.
In the middle of the city drowned in guilt,
I walked along the boardwalk carelessly.
"If these shoulders were made for me,
how could they be so heavy?"
Mystified,
ineffable devastation walked with me.
I tried to blink back these tears,
but they seem defy especially me.
Now at the crossroad I see,
two ends of which the beginning was me.
I let out a sigh, "here we go again".
But when I look around, you were there next to me.
And I feel fine.