INTERVIEW

INTERVIEW Hello, so you’re a grain of sand I hope that you’re the right one It’s identification, you understand Now that the counting has begun You claim to be one in a million Perhaps it is a different meaning And it’s more likely to be trillion Even to a higher number leaning But now let this interview begin So, what in your life stands out Did you claim an ancient origin Please tell me what that’s about Found washed up on the beach Maybe in the company of others All so very close enough to reach It’s as though you’re all brothers You are an individual, you insist As a distinctive tiny size of grain Your unique features I’ve missed Unless you’d like to now explain Across the world, different shades Mostly gold, also black and white Fine and coarse in various grades Will you stand out, you just might This interview’s been hit and miss As your claim this distinct identity But my last question to you is this As sand, are you a discrete entity