Going in circles, a destination unclear.
You traced my footsteps. Is it here?
In search of an answer, your secret was born.
Special, you felt, overflowing warmth.
Though, unknown were you to me.
A fleeting memory.
One in a billion,
but not the one I yearn.
Maybe that time I looked in,
blind to the sparks you saw fly.
I'm sorry, I never loved you.
I was just passing by.

I envy your mind. I ponder your past.
Which is the one behind those words?
So deep, so real. Who hurt you?

I sit in solitude, my lone silhouette against the horizon.
Not a single soul left, it was just the ocean and I,
and darkness creeps in slowly as if it knew.

I gaze at the shoreline, the very place of
reunion between the waves and the sand.
The place I long to be, since forever.

But, I was forced, boxed, stacked and built upon,
with my body standing tall and firm, against my will.
I wish the waves could engulf me whole, and bring me home.

Simon does not say to put yourself down.
Simon does not say to stay silent.
Simon does not say to be the best.
Simon does not say to stop dreaming.
Simon does not say to give up.
Simon does not say to give in.
Society does.