I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it's not pretty.
I take a hot long shower At this odd hour The sun is long set As i get soaking wet The water washes away the dirt And with it all the hurt My muscles relax and my brain sighs In here i sever all ties The constant sound of water against tiles So many long miles