and the water is crawling deep under his skin
and the sun is burning leafs to ashes
and the storm is howling in both of his ears
and the desert sand is keeping him alive

                                when he arrives the shores
                                there is a laurel tree
                                where he’s finding shadows to rest
                                he’s picking laurel leafs for a crown

he’s falling to sleep

                                when he awakes on the mountain
                                there is a laurel tree
                                where he’s hiding from the cold
                                he’s picking laurel leafs for a meal

he’s falling to sleep

                                when he awakes on a boat
                                there is no laurel tree
                                neither are shadows nor food
                                he’s picking fish from the sea

and the water is crawling deep under his skin
and the sun is burning leafs to ashes
and the storm is howling in both of his ears
and the salty sea is keeping him alive.

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