Life As A Blur

The Sands where I sleep
The Bench where I spend my days
The sun rises where I go to sleep
and the sun sets where I awake
while the moon watches me in a solemn state
the seagrape trees trying to say
today is the day to go or stay
the waves whom took my messages away
the sounds of uncaring passer's by that goes away
the was done only to be paid three month's away
All in all
I'll probably stay