I sit on the beach,
thinking of what will come next.
Till i feel the night sky.
i look at my face,
in the broken water.
Feeling the names as they sink into me.
The feeling of the sadness,
and humiliation.

Should i come or go?
walk into the room,
walk out of the house.
look to the light,
they say.
the life of coming or going.
See the light,
look to it.