Somewhat unexpectedly I found myself alone. An international airport, in a country I didn't know. No one seemed to speak my language and my wallet had disappeared. No cash, ID or currency; it was as I'd often feared.
Everything is falling down around me now. I can't think of anything that could help me out. Sometimes it's best I've found when nothing comes just listen to the air around; feel my heart beat in and out, the silence stills the noisy crowds.
Maybe I could drive out to california and wonder up the coast. Pick up bits of broken shell and sleep out fully clothed. And when I'm hungry I'll eat the sea; when I'm thirsty I'll drink the sky. I might be dead right now so I'd better leave tonight.
Water up to my knees the birds above the salt air so sweet.
I wish that I could walk to another continent along the ocean floor. Because I believe in the ocean floor.