Capture

When you’ve got nothing but sand,
Pick your words for the present.
Because the tide will come in and
Wash out all that you ever meant.
We all stop and stare at the sea sometimes.
I know for me, I just need:
To find some time to breathe.
To leave my restless mind behind.
Build what you will,
Every cup will spill.
Stand at the water’s edge proclaiming
Greatness and your life long remaining.
See time and tides compliance
In great old Ozymandias.
Because castles made of sand
Slip into the sea, eventually.
I’ve been walking circles around
Thoughts too cliche to speak aloud.
But they make the fatalist in me
Plant my feet where the sand meets the sea.
Like the forest for the trees,
Can’t see the water for the seas.
I’ll keep walking until the breeze
Stops pushing, wandering on as I please
Stay with me,
Say that you’ll never leave.
Please stay with me.
Say that you’ll never leave.
When you’ve got nothing but sand,
Pick your words for the present.
Because the tide will come in and
Wash out all you ever meant.
I am not afraid to die,
But I am terrified:
Of growing old in a world that moves too fast.
Of being alone with just memories of the past.