Shall I watch high to see the birds?
And wish that I could fly along
Knowing that I am in a curse
Why does this feel so wrong?

Shall I listen closer to hear the waves?
And wish that I could play their sound
How can it not be safe?
When I’m here getting drowned

Shall I take a breath just to smell the breeze?
And wish that I could kiss it’s chill
I only choke up when I breathe
Suffocating, but I’m still

But I still feel sand packing in my toes
It wishes to hold me, I cannot go