Footsteps in the sand, my only comfort
for every little pleasure, there is pain ten fold
slowly fading, eager for when it all ends
The world, love it or hate it, more or less

in love with life, funny, so little regard for my own
to me the dusk is as beautiful as the dawn
every one on the hunt, for the bigger stag
to build something ,what ever they can stack
looking back, the wind grooming the sand
gazing, as the tracks fade, past, out of hand

Hate you but maybe love you more
still here looking with awe
The pain i see is what i hate you for
The pain i feel? nothing more but a grain of sand

weightless, no tracks in the sand
not looking forward, looking around, not at back
watching childish wind dance with the sand
I don't not exist, therefore i have no demand