I find myself beneath my weight
This gaudy complex of a man
Pondering the reality of my days
As they effortlessly slip
Between the crevices of my fingers.

Compounded by this self-imposed regime
Sinking deeper into the sands
Of some long forgotten beach whose name
has melted into uncertainty

I see my life across the waves
Each rising with the inevitable decline
As though such a fate were my own
I am the weed upon the surface

In youth there lies a wisdom
Which the old neglect to see
To know one's fate
To be bound by its truth
like these footprints washed away

Hints are found beyond the breaks
As the past rises to the crests
Like a forgotten ship to a lesser time,
It will once again brave the sea.

My time was not wasted
But it was hardly well spent
No fear of death at twenty-
Yet no desire to succumb to the sea

Like a seagull, I venture
across the realms
unsolicited and free...

I know today grows darker
and my tomorrows become darker still
With this salty taste
A bitter truth revealed.....

That twenty years is too
short a time to fade.

 
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