Now it's hard to look back, To the thousand times it's happened, The waves have pushed those sands away, And still you stay, Gripping at the weeds in the stones, Standing on the ledge, Don't you dare look below, Wishing for a friendly hand, Only getting a what's next, And the broken trees, Keep floating...Think back It's only been a thousand times, Don't stay, Keep moving, The land will even out, Dead weeds give way to something living, The force you see, Up above , It isn't really there, Open your eyes, your the only thing that lingers, Below the ledge is a stairs , Made from the sands of memory, Farther down is the life you questioned, Then back on the ground , Trees are floating , Giving room to seedlings past the sea.