SAND

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SHE SAID, "BABY IT'S CARVED IN SAND. WHAT PART OF MAYBE DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" WITH HER STEELY GLANCE AND HER IRON WHIM, SHE'D DIE TO DANCE AND SHE'D SINK TO SWIM. SHE SAID, "BABY IT'S CARVED IN SAND. WHAT PART OF MAYBE DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

YOU LIGHT THE CANDLE BUT YOU RUN FROM THE FLAME. YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE EASY 'TIL YOU STARTED THE GAME. I'VE SEEN THE SHADOWS AS YOU DANCE ON THE WALL. THEY KEEP ON DANCING 'TIL YOU BEGIN TO FALL. YOU WAX NOSTALGIC BUT IT NEVER IS THE SAME. CANDLE LIGHTING IS EXCITING BUT IT'S HOT IN THE FLAME.

YOU START THE ENGINE BUT YOU DON'T LIKE THE NOISE. YOU HATE THE TENSION BUT YOU LIVE FOR THE JOYS. I'VE SEEN THE TRACKS LEFT IN THE ROAD IN YOUR WAKE. THEY DEFINE THE PATH REVEALING ALL THAT YOU CAN TAKE. NOW YOU'RE NERVOUS FOR THE FUTURE AND YOU'RE LOSING YOUR POISE. YOU STARTED UP THE ENGINE BUT YOU DON'T LIKE THE NOISE.