I'm lying on a beach on my back.
I'm looking at a leech on my leg.
I recall not its name, why it's there.
I don't think I will ask it just yet.

Some people say, "There's a leech on your leg."
I say: let it be, leave it alone.
If someone pulled the leech off my leg,
I'd return it to the place where it thrives.

I'm licking the light off my face.
The sun's warm - I think I will stay
Lying on my back on a beach;
Thinking I am much like a leech.