Lines
Carved by rain
In the sand
As the sky
Opens again
Thunder cuts me down
Torn apart
By the force
Of the sound
How many times have I died?
Awake upon the far shore
Sure it was the last
But it never comes to pass
And I lay here
Face against
The sand
Wet and
Swollen with rain
I wonder
How have I always survived?
How do I always step out alive
Let the storms carry me
Back to where I'm meant to be
One of these days, my luck
Has to run out.
And the far shore will be the only one
That will show me safe harbor.
How do I hold against time?
Everything will end
Will it begin again?
I don't know
I won't know
I can't know
But I let the thoughts fall
Into the channeled path
In the sand