I want to be a boulder in the sea
Just toward the waters’ edge.
I want to wait patiently till high tide
For the waving messengers of the world
To come crashing down upon my heated surface
And drench me of my vacant mind.
I want to listen quietly to the tales from lands below and afar
And I want to be soaked
In the sea’s tireless endeavours
To pour into the land
That I unfortunately belong to.
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