wake up on beach where am i?
it's a dream i came from
full of gardens of roses, thorny and prickly
i dared to collect a few for myself
but now these sands remind me
that my pain is imaginary, nonexistent
travels down my bones
and makes me feel so rearranged
my feet curl in the grains,
i can't set my hands down
without moving the ground
this isn't the place i want to be
it's dipping, dipping, it's quicksand
no do not take me down, let me kiss the earth
first, she deserves to know her worth