I'm floating on rough sand
right by the shore line.
I'm elastic like a band
and I'm doing just fine.
It's a safe zone
though I do feel so alone.
Sadly, I do go back.
right before I hit the sack.
This mind is a wonder.
It has too much to grasp,
yet it does have its filter.
Rough and messy, like husk.
I'm ashamed to admit,
it's hard to just say "ah, forget it".
For something that was once precious,
is now no longer here.
