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