Like stranded whales,

we roll on the floor,

our sand, our beach, right here, inside,

our bellies up, towards the sun

our minds up there too, in the big wide blue

no, more like kids, as we are free,

free to get up, walk and talk, like the grownups do

if we want, maybe tomorrow,

right now it seems

we choose to be

to be free

to be free to stay young,

free to stay young, stranded whales, forever.