The Sand is the future, constantly changing to the liking, being covered, tread over, pushed around and being fiddled with. 

I get moved to playgrounds, where kids stick their hands, and grab at me, they kick me to, it's pure torture. The Beach would be nothing without one thing, and that one thing, is me, you would have it sit in water, always cold and wet. 

Never warm

I am the future 

I am the future

I am the future

Remember that now.