On a beach where I stand
Sand engulfing my feet
Whispers me the breeze,
"You shouldn't have come.."
And rustling past me,
Dry leaves, Drenched of thirst
Mock my ambiguity..
If I should walk the clouds,
Or sink in sand,
Unwary of glee, chose what 'best be'
And here I am,
With sand, water, leaves and trees
So much for me, But can't be free,
Where in the sky, With two things to suffice,
All aboard would have been mine..