A soothing murmur fills the air
As the waves entrance the shore
Streaks of white across the blue
A glimmer of gold around the core
They bring with them little bits of tales
On the sands, of time, they lay
Pebbles, creatures, carved shells by
Sand castles and bottles cast away
Overwhelmed by the enchantment around
I sit down and play with the grains of sand
Sobered by the lull I hear
I’m transported to another land
Lost in a reverie,
Contemplating life in its stead
We struggle away the years we have
Only to comprehend life on our deathbed.
The goals we choose, the dreams we chase
Strife and struggle, fantasy and frolic
Volatile as every moment ticks away
Reality seems so ironic.
We strive to plan the entire schedule
And fate proposes another route
Although the futility dawns on us,
We pester our children to follow suit
Our desires never seem to cease
Despite needs fulfilled, we still want more.
We forget that it’s the game that counts,
And not the final score.
The links of love, we all craft
To end most as a severing of ties
Another bitter moment in the saga of life
Are these the signs of ‘being wise’?
Perhaps it’s not about the end
The journey maybe the true essence
Like a ride in a rollercoaster
What matters most is the experience.
From the web of thoughts, I emerge
Awakened by a distant call
I walk back along the path I came
Restoring my verve with every footfall.
