An Evening At The Shore...

In this small stupid world
you stand near the shore and cry

Wondering whats wrong,
wishing for the bad times to fly

The water flows over your feet
covering it with beach sand

Questions boggle your mind
like you are on no man's land

Handful of sand, making a fist
life flows out, between the fingers

Fear of strangeness, hovers
in your skin it lingers

The blue shade of light projected
the moon is white, wolves howl

You sit down with your head down
crying over the foul

A voice in your head gives you wisdom
tells you, "what you are doing is out of boredom"

Go home and take rest, things will be fine
don't worry about life, keep up the zest.....

-kd