You strand yourself on an empty beach;
Food, water, or wine you cannot reach.
You starve yourself, you’re beyond speech.
You bore yourself, you’ve no one to teach.

The tears run down your sunburned face.
You tear at your hair, a basket case.
You’re inconsequential in this space,
Despite your fine breeding, despite your grace.

You amuse yourself with mixed up lore.
You laugh at your wit like it’s no small chore.
You don’t have enough and you want more,
But your eyes are wet and your brain is sore.

You swear that you aren’t the one that’s insane.
But you’re begging for water while drowning in rain.
Your record is skipping, you’re stuck on your pain..pain…pain…pain
As you sit on the sand, counting each grain.