The days move in and out like the waves of the ocean,
gently hitting the beach, melting one into another 
with no real distinction of time, as I wonder.

What does life hold in store for me?
Shall I drift through life like a piece of drift wood, 
bobbing on the waves with no certain destiny,
always hoping to reach the shore, yet not knowing why?

Then once reaching the beach shall I lie still,
not being able to move any farther,
waiting for someone to come and find a purpose for me,
only to find that little by little time has buried me,
left alone and forgotten.

Copyrighted ©2000 Kim Ranae Davidson

 

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