Why do I have no boundaries? Why do you always double time, triple cross me? Why do I draw a line in the sand for you to curse the waves to erase it. Even though there’s no need, because you would’ve overstepped it. You sense my need to keep the peace, so I shush at the tide. But you hopped on it and rode it, until you were very well settled over me before returning to the sea. I’m scared of drowning but I don’t budge, so I’m still at bay. But you prey for the sand to come and bury me away. I’m scared of sinking but I don’t budge so I’m like a stick in the quicksand. Suffocating, strangled. Nothing left but a stick in my hand.