He ships and carries information,
brings from one to the other nation.
He knows too much about all and
nothing, he needs to tell why sand
is slipping, between *******, in
times of tipping over.

His time is left to waste, his face
is pasted, copied, pasted, same
mistakes and same feeling.
Every connection is a small one,
all they say are problems, he
has the same but can't speak.

A good messenger is speechless,
he writes it down and continues
his message, only ears and hands,
no tongue to call it a day.