Life’s A Beach

 

They say life’s a beach. Puns not intended, though we remain unsure of our chores so we wait shored. Waiting til coasts are clear passing life bored. Though we seek adventures, wishing to pass horizons. Setting up our sons or daughters to continue rising. Letting it come in waves, life’s flow. Going against tides as we look to stand when we’re low. Collecting sea shells while the warmth beneath us is calmed. Castles built, reminiscing about reality losing its hold. Sands running its course, beneath the oceans floor. So we embrace the waters, feeling it clash or gently pass. Allowing others to ship relations hoping to last. Til one day someone detects the treasure you are and dives deep. But then again life’s a beach or so they say, it could all be just a . . . dream.

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