Pure waves of loneliness
crash on the ground
and the sound of the universe overwhelms me.

The sound goes up to the ceiling and it comes back down
there is no escape
and an echo is just like a memory
and an echo is just like a memory.

The birds and the beasts
and the beautiful people
stop and listen to the universe and its melody.

The people
and the beat
and the sound of their feet
and they’d do well to never forget it.

For what once was accepted
has now been rejected
and the people and the people
and the people and the people
must change direction

and an echo is just like a memory.

I sit up the shore
and the tide is rising
and the waves of the beach lap at my feet
in time with the beat of the universe.

I sit up the beach
and I hear the waves reach
each trying to pull me under.

The water is cold.
But I know I want more
and I know I should never get it.