This wave comes closer
The tide is rising
Will it crush the sandcastle I built so confidently
With this wonderful view I crafted carefully?
I didn’t think of the inevitable
Can it be moved?
Can it be saved?
Does it matter?

There’s a fire not too far away
I’m feeling the chill
All my thoughts were driftwood you used to feed the flames
Washed up on the shore of my continental hopes
My deserted island reality
Can I be moved?
Can I be saved?
Does it matter?

I found a bottle on the beach with a note inside
I opened it eagerly
It was in your handwriting, telling me to save myself
I was moved
I was saved
It mattered
I watched the sun set over the ocean
Took your advice and flew
Lived in the sky instead

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