The logic should make all the sense
But, it escapes my senses.
By this time I should be used to
My plans, however good they may be,
I made the promise to the sands
When the sun was lurking on the horizon,
I’d forget this time around and figure it out
I plan to make my escape, for the many sunsets to come.
The mind settles with a resolve
With my feet still on the shore.