Foam in every wave
so measured...rising high
Aiming for the shore
in smooth descent
Everlasting music of the waves
reaching my feet
As I wait with bated breath
welcoming the touch of cool water
Waves, take away my miseries with you
when you recede to the horizon
And leave my Spirit renewed.
It's a stereotype
that I sit under blue
and you under pink
would you like to switch?
'cause sometimes,
I like me some pink twilight.
The stereotype is broken
when you defined it so
and now, I'm okay with pink
so long as it's just that
and not my gender
'cause sometimes
I like me some blue sky.
