When it comes from within

There, where the world’s waters begin. Above, above, in the mountains, where you can almost touch the sun, where above and under each rock, the rain and dew sink in slowly, forming for millions of years the seas that are born, not only in the poles, but also from these drops that transform.

I’ve been an hour and a quarter in a hellish queue and after all this time I haven’t moved an inch, we are bumper to bumper, back to back, just like the songs says.