I won’t be here 

Just like waves on the beaches of Curaçao

It comes and it goes

Throughout my entire life

Sometimes in a form of healing

But other times in reaction

Reaction to all the things that I don’t like

Happenings in our society

The waves come and go

Just like money

Leaving me and coming back

Art will always be a part of me

Even when I’m not doing art, I’m thinking art

It comes and it goes

But it’s always there

The smell and the calmness it creates in my soul

It’s a part of me

And I can’t outrun it

Art

Don’t want to do it for money

But can’t do it without money

Art comes and goes

Just like the waves from Sonesta

Island girl

That left it all to chase dreams

Far away in Western society

Can they see it, can they understand

As the waves come and go?