On these cloudy shores,
these wind swept sands is where I sit.
Perhaps you've seen me before.
The quiet fellow with the sad eyes,
staring out to sea, day in, day out.
I'd move if I could..
not that I have any other place to go..
but this is my place..
this is where I sit and wait,
amid the elements,
the sands and the quiet grasses around me.. looking out to sea,
waiting for something that will surely never come.. But still I sit, and wait..
~~Fiddler
* Inspired by Sniper's Solo-Mate ( without the cynicism ^_*)
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