He smashes shells on the beach of time
That beautiful pearl called cause searching,
But all the sand he finds isn’t worth a dime…
He doesn’t give up, he feels the wind’s urging.
He must continue searching, tireless, with hope
That he may find that which turns sand into pearl
But, tangled in his lust for hope, tied with rope
He’s forbidden to move, strings around him curl.
He finds it comfortable to sit, pinned to the ground
More than to consume himself in his useless quest
But resistance is strong, wild thoughts go unbound
They cross the body’s limits, they put him to the test.
He feels an explosion of ideas, images and sights
Memories of the past, in his soul they’re thriving
But the harsh, wind-blowing reality is, by all rights
Less appealing than dead dreams ever so reviving!
But he knows that path is closed… Reality shouts it
But reality betrayed him… He feels so empty, weak!
So what can he do without a goal? He must find it,
The cause worth fighting, to no longer be so sick!
For today’s harsh wind blows harsh words on his face
Sharp pieces of cynical realism, fast, many and hated
He can’t turn back, he’s pushed forward, and in this race
He can only hope he’ll find that pearl and be sated.