The waves they kept on coming.

Landing on what we call the shore.

And faded back into abyss.

And keep coming back for more.

Me? I sat there drinking.

Into the deepest darkest night.

There was something in that magic.

And you were out of sight.

I swam into the ocean.

The sea, the salt, the sand.

Can’t say why I keep coming back.

Except… nothing better planned.