I was in Mexico last night.
I didn't expect to find myself there.
"Why are you in Mexico?" I asked myself.
Myself couldn't answer me.
We just looked at each other.

It was an awkward silence.
We didn't know why we were there.
What would've made our paths cross?
We decided to have a drink.
Nothing brings you closer to yourself, we agreed.

I have always been afraid of myself,
Although I seemed nice enough after a few drinks.
There was a lot I wanted to ask myself,
But I didn't know how to ask,
So we drank.

I asked me if I come to Mexico often.
"Only when I have trouble sleeping," I said.
We were quiet as I thought about this.
I heard whispers,
There are answers in the sand.

I asked, again, why I was here.
I searched the bottom of the bottle,
But I could find no answer,
So I searched another one.
Still no answer.

There are answers in the sand,
But what good are they?
I don't even know the question.
I left myself to drown in the sand,
When I was in Mexico last night.