b l i n k,
b l i n k,
b l i n k,

watch the waves and the shore
reunite like star-crossed lovers;
them and their interlocking fingers
before the ocean and the others could keep them apart

t h i n k,
t h i n k,
t h i n k,

of the times you yearned to be free
and embraced by the ripples you hear in your sleep;
where the sun didn’t scorch your skin as much as it should be
because it was nice for once;
because everything felt 'nice' for once
and then you would start asking for more
more of the sun,
more of the ocean;
more of the 'nice'
but what is nice may not be nice at all
your utmost peak may become your greatest downfall
but let me tell you that
you may have more of the sun;
you may have more than you think,
and you may have more of the sea
but don’t you ever

s i n k,
s i n k,
s i n k