Rusted walls
Siting on the shoreline with castles of sand. Watch as the tide comes and rips them down again.
You will find. And oh, you will find.
A long line of houses sitting in a row.
Look for the ones with rusted walls and trees that dim the glow of the morning sun.
The morning sun.
And you follow your feet,
To the edge of the world.
And people that you meet (or NEED?)will often come and go.
A summers day is judged by a lack of things to do,
find yourself a quiet place and waste them hoe you choose.
There is time,
and there is time.
Build up your anwers, they will be ripped to the ground.
Take all your chances and hope
You‘re still around
at the end.
Where the hell is the end?
And you follow your feet, to the edge of the world.
And people that you meet will often come and go.
And you attack them with your gloves, and you wield your net and rope.
Just hope the ones you love stick around after they know.
