the bliss when you invited me to a place
a place i'v been to,
yet it seems more exciting when i'm going with you
"the beach, let's go!" you exclaim
grinning from ear to ear, i agree
slightly dipping my toes onto the grainy sand
i feel the warmth of it, almost like
i was harnessing my feet onto the ground
i let my feet sink completely
and they're gone
foam forming around the tip of the wave
puts me in a state of melancholy,
as if it were formed from the strong gust of water hitting the shore
the calm after the storm
the sand becomes wetter and wetter
as i sink deeper and deeper into it
in a flash, i was gone
below the surface, under your beach
is this beach yours?
do people sink in your beach to your pleasure?
seeing people sinking into your sweet scheme
does it satisfy you?
one day, i'll get out of your beach
one day, i'll unharness myself from the heavy sand pulling me down
until i witness the sun again, and walk straight ahead
yet, will i?
maybe, just maybe, i'll learn to love your beach
until then, i'm waiting for the suffering to end
or perhaps the appreciation to start
in your beach
once more
