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Description
6:30am and the sun
Spills orange paint over a
Canvas of blue

And you know that's the light
Of a hundred million Hiroshima's,
The shadow of the dead girl
Reliving her last moment
Until the end of time

And yet from here
It doesn't sound like bombs
But more like your grandfather
Sleeping through New Year's Eve in 2003

And the waves lap at your feet
Like an old dog trying to learn
How to please a growing master with
No time
To play fetch

And that's when you realize
That you're just
Foam on sand
Nothing more than a transitional period
In an ocean of grey matter
And that's enough.

Description
6:30am and the sun
Spills orange paint over a
Canvas of blue

And you know that's the light
Of a hundred million Hiroshima's,
The shadow of the dead girl
Reliving her last moment
Until the end of time

And yet from here
It doesn't sound like bombs
But more like your grandfather
Sleeping through New Year's Eve in 2003

And the waves lap at your feet
Like an old dog trying to learn
How to please a growing master with
No time
To play fetch

And that's when you realize
That you're just
Foam on sand
Nothing more than a transitional period
In an ocean of grey matter
And that's enough.