Where do you sleep tonight? On the sands of Georgia??
Do you get shivers? Is it terribly cold or are you terribly alone?
Where do you keep your thoughts? Back home? Or are you living the moment on the sands of Georgia?
When will you return? Any time soon or ever?
Where do you walk to? To new adventures? To new beginnings?
Right by the black sea, it’s crashing waves are his lullaby. Late night bonfires.
Lasting laughter with new friends you made on your journey.
Soft breeze arrives just when he wakes up on the sands of Georgia.
Where to head, where to return? You’re lost on the sands of Georgia.
You’re writing names on the sands of Georgia. The water will just wash it away. You might as well take a picture and save it.
What do you eat? Where do you keep your tent? Are you safe?
What is the thing you most miss? Are you happy with these changes?
Where do you keep your heart? Back home or on the sands of Georgia?
Where do you belong? I don’t remember belonging anywhere… Are you confused too?
How do you spend your days on the sands of Georgia? Do you pick pebbles?
How does the Black sea feel like? Is it anything like the Mediterranean sea?
Did you miss us? Do you talk about home with your new friends?
Where do you keep your soul? I hope you don’t leave it on the sands of Georgia. I’ll miss you teribbly.
Somewhere in the sands of Georgia lays the bare feet of an adventurer. If the narrator doesn’t speak of his name, he’s probably a legend…
Dedicated to Y.T.