My Beach of Malibu

I walked through a pier of glue
Stuck by the rock, moss and mildew
Lack of substance, I missed my cue
I am lost, in a beach in Malibu

​Then I see a light, deja vu
The light of hope, it is you
It’s fresh and alive, no longer on queue
It is home, you, my beach of Malibu.