(Very loose inspiration from Addict With a Pen by Twenty Øne Pilots)
The curves of the dunes unrolled before my eyes,
Beautiful and golden.
I searched far and wide
For miles on end
But i could not find
That single drop.
Hours rolled by
But they felt like years
All I could focus on
Was that drop.
The single drop
That meant so much.
Many seemed like it,
Maybe to others eyes,
But not mine.
That drop was special.
The grainy golden material
Stuck to my feet and calves
And was glued in between my toes
Yet through my anguish
I did not give up.
I needed that drop.
That one drop.
