Started a life on a blue piece of rock
Started to live with a gray piece of flesh
Moving on to live with a thin line of light
Lighting up the mind with a fresh piece of want
To wake up the sun and ask to shine
To tickle the clouds and ask to rain
To clean up the wound and ask to bleed
To wipe up the eyes and ask for tears
To draw a name on the clean sand to read
To wait for the waves to wipe it clean
To sketch up a circle and trace it down
To walk a passage to a circle full grown.
To repeat the lone, lost wave
Of mistakes, crashes and burns.