the sun boat

trampled under by the rain
the sun boat
invented the sand

it was easy
because they collect rocks
from everywhere they go

sometimes I understand
the sadness and
sometimes I know its my fault

I don’t know when
or why; but somehow
I lost access to the kingdom

and everyday is like the tide coming in
and I am buried up to my neck
in sand






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