Time To Stop
Time to stop playing the game
Time to turn off
And reset once again
Move to the coast and
Breathe deeply
The sea air can cleanse
The sand can buff away
Those rough edges that protected
For so long
Return to nature
Smooth as an otter
You let the past slip from you
Glide with grace and ease
Letting the worlds demands
Bounce off your beautiful skin
Which you feel comfortable in
After all these years
Wisdom like fine wine and reality
Is not meant for children
Thoughts
I have this romantic notion of living by the sea. It’s a bit like Homer’s dream of jacking in his job and living in the woods to keep a journal of his thoughts.
Brighton beach and the impressive burnt out pier.
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