icky much and golden sand

mixed up dirt and sand,

swirl with a stick in my hand,

the icky muck and the golden sand,

I say goodbye to another crush,

and open my mind to new love,

tonight I sleep alone beneath the stars,

missing out on all the dating madness,

I feel a big warm hand reach out,

and tell me everything will be alright,

but will it? I hope so.