After a hectic day,
I stroll on the ocean’s side,
And stand and think about crashing waves,
Crashing inside my mind,
How they never stopped, never slowed,
Crashing into the shore,
How they caressed each sharp jagged rock,
In a peaceful type of war,
And I feel how soft sand beneath my feet,
Devour these waves like wine,
The wine that calm crashing thoughts each night,
Crashing inside my mind.
With memories kept hidden inside,
Every day I walk on the beach ankle deep,
Creating a new mental course,
Creating new happier thoughts.