Beaches. Endless beaches! How many sands with grains, are below your feet? Your endless feet. Beneath your feat, below the sand, all the way up to your hands. Without water, without question, undoubtedly we have the best in. Right in front of us. Look ahead, on the chalkboard. Your no longer at the beach. Below your feet is a monotonous carpet floor, with fake patterns, and more fake shoes upon it. You are once again stuck in the thought loop. Your not welcome in the thought loop. Why? Because you want to be on the beach. As a result, you cant be like the other robot, kids. Doing the same thing, again, and again. So without question, look down at your desk, and do your best, to succeed in order to fail.