the breeze bends blindly
while the waves wash their worries
seemingly this does not concern me
except the small fact that
we are all taking cover
under
the same sand scraped sea shell
wearing thin under the perpetual pressure
in fascinating fashion
deep and vast
but more grey than blue
(perhaps more me than you)
piles of skin
shines with sin
some very beautiful
others with sad on their smiles
(not worth whiles)
show me grace
and slow the chase
crows take the place of seagulls
while land locked fools
fall asleep
in their rental chairs
lose their cares
while the tide floods the beach towels
