Sand

Dropped at the sea
Had the waters to subdue
I had no choice, I had to stay

Seems like a prime
But decline is what is true
Consecutive ends parading in front of my eyes
Making me feel numb

Think why you care
What is to gain?
Such a struggle to endure
The sense of rising’s gone

Nothing is fair
Fighting in vain
Only one thing is for sure
At the end we’ll all turn into sand

Feed me with lies
I’m rejecting the deceit
Far from my sight the light of the day
Searching the ground
That subsides under my feet
A violent constraint is triggering bursts in my mind
How could it heal?