A perfect summer day. 

A lucid ocean dream. 

I am driftwood just rolling in the waves. 

The seagulls pass by. 

They don’t know that I was once a little boy. 

And I realized then, 

As I was floating there, 

How many pebbles are hiding in the sand. 

Living with the sea, in quiet harmony 

Until I take one home. 

I’ll show everyone my little souvenir 

To remind them of how good life can be. 

Just a tiny thing, in an ocean dream. 

Please don’t wake me up.