The Water
My knees force me through the water that tries to defy my steps
Under my feet, I don't know what to expect
Soft sand could be waiting;
but so could sharp rocks
Don't forget the discarded glass
Or the edges people fall off
My knees force me through the water that tries to defy my steps
Under my feet, I don't know what to expect
Soft sand could be waiting;
but so could sharp rocks
Don't forget the discarded glass
Or the edges people fall off