This sky is so grey,
Above this big bay.
The water is cold,
The ice cream is sold.
The beach has its spirit,
Like people should fear it.
My shirt caught in the wind,
As air progressively thinned.
Lost my breath in the sea,
My look hit a palm tree.
As i started to sink,
I had no time to think.
Now I'm just swimming endlessly,
Moving around carelessly.
But as I sprint away,
My soul is as empty as the bay.