Sitting at the beach, gazing at the waves I wanted to beseech, why so much one craves The feeling of being content, it never comes The more one avoids the intent, more tough it becomes
So frail, so lame are the thoughts of the people No trail, they echo silently, steel labelled as feeble From the rising and the falling tides, one can relate The path to which one has to abide, it can't be straight
The sand between the toes felt so benign Completely soaked up clothes as I talked with whine Seeking a resolution, tired of this vengeance For it to lead to diminution, I had to stop the penance From the meek compliance, one will always suffer Switch to some defiance, add it for the buffer The saline water sucks in the sand, but can't empty a beach Through the tough, one can stand, just believe it's in your reach!
