The Coast-Game

At the coast,

waiting for the flood

Water tickles my feet,

maybe there are crabs underneath the sand

It would have scared me

It would have made me run away,

even before I would have noticed them

The water would have been a game to me

A game I used to play back then,

when those things would be scary to me,

to us

Now standing on the coast,

my knees drowned in salt water

It's still a game,

the crabs are still there

But as things age, people age with them

Even though I can't help but long back to that time off jumping over waves,

I do realize that maybe I'm not the playmaker

Never really was

I realize that we're all just players,

we're all just released pylons on a strange coast

Finally distanced from the coast,

I'm keeping my head up to breath

Let me create this game

Let me be the playmaker

I would have been scared,

would have run away,

moved by the playmaker

Let the waves take my body

Let the water wash away my fears

Let the crabs make me feel something

Let me play against the rules

Floating high,

watching over the coast

Taking away by the wind

I do realize that I'm the playmaker, I always was,

I do realize I escaped my pylon body

But even though realizing was told to be the most important,

longing is stronger

Longing back to when I was scared,

when I used to play,

when I used to dream

Longing back to the time we played the same game like everyone else,

but we didn't mind

Let the water spare them,

Let the waves scare them,

Let the crabs make them run away

Let them by pylons for now