Wave crashing on the shore
you cant expect the sands
to long for you
when you are gone
Nor can you wish for them
to ache for your return
Its your fate
To keep coming back to them
They know you would return to their land
when you are due
You are a matter of your own habit
So ritualistic that they know your formula
Yet you have to keep coming back,
knowing you are not needed,
to cater to their needs
their needs are not bound to you
Wave, you dont crash here
for the land
you need to come here
as it is your destiny
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