If you're the anchor, sometimes you sink and other risest,
I want to be the sand where you grab,
and immersed in our sign, water, deep well,
out of contamination and away from life in the natural way we know it.
Again you rise to noise, your ship sails,
leaving a clean wake others up there, will breathe,
but I, I'll wait forever down here in the infinite,
with translucent and dark of the deep,
no matter where you go, or sailors from all ports,
I'll be there, down there, there, in the deep.
