Walking by the bay,
After a work day,
I hopp onto the stone beside,
Lying around like a helpless poor being,
Constantly getting hit by a tide,
It clicks me, what is the difference between me and this stone,
Lying around the work,
Constantly getting hit by the land of memories,
Nights flooding with high tides,
Where should I hide?
You always come from the land of memories,
And seek, to take me there.
Where I cannot help but miss all the days
We had before the lock down took over.
And you were my only dreams drover.
Now, I am just a lonely stone lying by the bay,
Counting on the memories to take me away,
Because I miss you today and everyday.