Here I spend glued hours, biding time, rubbing sand into my eyes.
Here I dream of giant waves carrying me away to some smothering grave.
Here I wake alone shivering into the night, and
I squint into the sun.
Here I am the only adult and the only child.
Here I know no time.
Here I search the view for something changed.
I've padded myself in with leaves, but it won't keep out the breeze.
Here I've forgotten tones of other voices.
Here I've lost the words for things I have no need to say.
Here I'm lonely, and
I squint into the sun.
Here is where I rule, and this is my domain.
Here, a kingdom with no king.
Here's my stick and here's my rock and sand, and
Here I long for a book, and
Hear my long depressing rant, I
Hear no complaining, and
Deep breaths move out,
Deep breaths move in, and
I crane my neck, and
I squint into the sun.
