Further Seems Forever

This is where the water becomes shallow
And nothing here is quite as deep
As you hoped it would be
You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer
The tides have turned
This drought will burn
And everything is falling out of place
And drying in the sun
Shriveling and shrinking
The hides are turning brown
Wrinkling and stinging
As you bury yourself
Deep in the dust
Of the sandiest grave you can find