Waves crashing against rocks
making rough surfaces smooth
the way they were in the beginning
how they were always meant to be

Hazy sun is blinding
scorching rock faces
making steam rise and
mirages dance in front of me

But I can't find the water
to trickle down my throat and save me
to wake me up and satisfy
my relentless thirst

Can you hear the seagulls crying
Slow down, slow down
I am sinking into the sand
but you can't hear me