Today the clouds look like the sun’s steam

And when the tide tries to take me

The sand sinks my feet in deep

My shadow stretches out over shattered shells

I do not dare pick them up

For I am too afraid of the fury in front of me

The sea sneaks up and steals a green bucket

From an unsuspecting boy - 

Who’s next?

If my body is what

This body of water wants,

Then I will walk freely