At times I'm consumed by oceans of words
And the many grains of the sands of notions.
All of which I desperately want to set in motion.
Other times, I might go to the water and it be dry.
But perish that I should sit and wonder why.
I dig like h-e-double-l letting dirt and sand fly!
Because you see, exploration makes one wise.
So, I'm not worried. After all, hey,
Hakuna matata ends with a TA,
To be announced. . .