Visions of the Shore

The thunderous waves crawl among the bars

The many sounds of clicks and shells all swarmed together

How she sits there in the darkness that wishes to consume her

Everyone wishes for some kind of plight to befall oneself

Even though not everyone accepts such thoughts

Where as one trusts in what they cannot see

Just as real as radio waves

Does the water truly admire the lost

Does the wind seek a mast

Nothing ever seems to quite make sense

But without vision not everyone believes

Without proof before them

Do they see the lies

With the sound of rumbling tides

Upon my fate shall return

Maybe one day I'll see the lines

For that they too bob and weave just like the sea

My vision fades