where will we turn

when the sun hides

when the tides

roll in roll out

wash the shore clean

erasing

our mark

eroding

as the grains slip through

the glass

shattered pieces scattered

in all directions

bellowing death

wail perforating eardrums

fall deaf

eyes blind

mind

ignorant

of our influence

we’re all running

treading water

in this muddy pool

trudging

sinking

forging a legacy each troubled step

some prevail

but do they

really

the world is small

viewed through a lens