A beach
Or naught
Memory
Thought
Tennis thoughts abound inside
My head, my hide
I cannot move
Let me slide
Bones have melted
Cushion inside
Free  Breathe
Don't allow
A taste of melancholy
To sour your lizard tongue
Feel
Yourself being pushed
To and...
The music
Run
As it says
Not forever, mind.
You'll arrive one day.