Sound of tidal waves leads you to a place
Lets you embrace what you could’ve chased
Time has run out, thin was the air
Near a beach house, there lay the ayre
What do you want, hey, Mr. Sleek Hair?
I have nothing I’ve hidden from you
Are you trying to flaunt, leave me in despair?
Perhaps just rushing to leave my view askew?
I lost a child, my precious baby boy
Only it feels like he was still in my arms
I smiled, I reconciled; I toyed, I decoyed
Still it’s dreamlike that I’ll be unharmed
Those months of travail left no mark
The man neither cared nor he asked
One piece of folktale of wishing fantasies or whatnot, ever to spark
And talk of prayers, a poem at last
Maybe you’re right that I was wrong
And no wrong can be undone, except for maybe yours
I turned aside to a world where I belong
Where midnight sun shined brighter than whatever you’ve ever scored