I can’t, not ride the wave.

Subconscious flow,

mutual go,

in unison, by all

Unthought known.

Friendly sandstone,

bursting ash-

caldera below

Doesn’t blow.

Unthought known.

Somehow flows,

through all our veins.

I can’t, not ride the wave.

I can’t, not find its grain

Still yet, I cannot fight it.

Unthought known.