Aphorism of Boredom Beach

Finished,
Waiting,
Ever-baiting,
The feelings of the world.
Restless,
Broken,
The need to walk,
To contempt the stolen,
Not to rue my rights.

Walking, Walking,
Heavy footsteps waiting,
To renew with every stride.
I Hear the Broken, Crush-ed Remnants,
Of Shells Long forgotten,
Rinsing along the tide.

Clean Pain,
Hard and Sharp,
Lingers longer as I walk, alone at night.
The Beauty wavers,
As the stolen sand sifts beneath my feet,
Reminding me of the Stars within my reach.
And I hear the sands hold tight,
Dragging me along.

Nothing Here,
Nothing There,
Nothing Everywhere.
No distractions,
No deceptions,
No one to separate wrong and right.

Yes, I tried to hide here,
Yes, I tried to lie here,
Yes, The relaxation got to me,
Yes, I'm made to be busy.
Yes, I wandered and forgot my pain,
Yes, I wandered, and remembered again,
Yes, I forgot in the winds of the past,
Yes, I lost, And I'm here to break the mast,
That guided me towards deceptions.

Now I walk down this lonely road,
Moving forward, forward,
Through the pain,
My pain,
Brought only alone by me.
I never thought of others,
I never thought I'd care,
I became mean and malicious,
And only wanted to gain,
That which had been taken,
Time and Time again,
My movement long forgotten,
The moving sands my only friend,
All along the Boredom Beach.

"What to dream, what to wonder, is only the amalgamations of possibilities, and your brain trying to come up with them."

ISA