Though I dwell on yesterday, my memory for tomorrow remains the same
And the present and the future, immeasurable it all seems to stain
The wind blows sails are restless, high tides are blue and days are helpless
Heavy grounded waves that float upon your tormented shores
And I hold within my hand grains of sand and callous sore
The time is limitless, and immeasurable our death is perfectly invevible life remains pleasurable spread less time worrying and eat a ******* edible