A Sandy Beach

Living in chains

Living in shackles

Living in irons

No wind in my sails

Yet stormy seas all around

Forever bound

To a lie

To a diversion

To a something

Not of me

Not of my choosing

Who am I?

What am I doing?

Where am I going?

What should I do?

Whom should I be?

Me?

Or only what you need from me?

Tossed

From stem to stern

Searching

For soft sand beaches

For a safe harbor

For that place

That’s me

That’s safe

That’s calm

That’s what I AM

And not only what you need from me

I’ve given all

There’s nothing left

But when

Will I

Be me

And give ME

And sing MY song

And be

Who I AM to be

Where is my wind?

Where is my star?

Where is my guide?

To soft sand beaches?

To safe shores?

And my heart’s song?

I wait

And I hope

But time is running out

I’m getting old

Looking toward my end

Having done nothing

Yet hoping

Still hoping

For more

For soft sand beaches

And calm seas

And blue skies

And calm sweet winds

And beautiful music

And delicious food

And fine drink

And good people

And good talk

Of new days

And new nights

And new Peace

And new forevers

With new meaning

With new Hope

With new Faith

With new Love

And soft sand beaches.