As the rush of the grass strokes your hand,
And each dash of the wind adds a flavor new,
Do you feel like writing about that distant land,
Where the only king your body served were you?
As the whiff of the waves hits you in the face,
And the squeaks of the sand clutch on to your feet,
Do you feel like rewinding and playing those days,
When the only ring your heart knew was its own beat?
As the size of the peaks reveals the grand scheme,
And the mystery of the shadows speaks of a friend,
Do you feel like grooving to the ancient dream,
Which is the only string your mind follows at the end?
As you feel alive with all the senses firing the brain,
And the mind connected to the body at the core,
Do you feel like asking yourself again and again,
What is the only thing you’re here to search for?
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