up up up sand falls away
but it's stubborn and
millions of children (more like
50 but it feels like millions)
jump over us on our beach blankets
and steal our water hoses to
assault dry rock with wet
and little boys play like they
always have and us we are in-
between like we always feel
lately. it's amazing how my feet
get me from point A to point
B and to look back, say damn
i done went that far and feel
proud as proud can be
but know you've still got
a long way to go before you
feel like you've made it.
i pray to God Allah Brahman
that i'll never feel i've made it.
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