The ocean is why I wish to create Look at the depths Feel the weight When youβre lying on the bottom reef The pressure is immaculate And you cannot wait To taste the newness of each breath Surrounded by salt And the slow falling sand Like the snow of the sea So the freshness in your eyes cannot wait To be both above and then below again And that is why I wish to create Like the ocean sands which are underneath And not like the hot sands beneath our feet
Both in the sand and of it. But only when it's cool. My preference.