The shore was littered with dead fish,
pastel pink flesh flashing faintly in the sun.
My toes sunk into the awkward ground
squishing the cold distance beneath my feet.
My eyes water as I gaze out toward the sea
seeing nothing but a limitless potential past
now I am on land, my sea legs wobbling slowly
heading to a future that is written in the sky
with smoky letters that dance away just before,
each swirling sign a map to my destination
but the wind is playful and carelessly heedless
tossing the letters beyond my psyches reach.
I stumble onward through the sea of fish
and march as the silent drummer plays
for me a lullaby that tells me one day I will be.