I sit along the shore of my mind
minding the seashells of my dreams.
Each one a new direction
a choice not yet made.
But I just sit there,
waiting for the tide to take them away.
The horizon is my destination
The clouds my discoveries along the way
Each grain of sand is a reason to stay
Hot, burning, scorching my dreams
The sky is hope
Hope covering me
Keeping me safe
Even when my discoveries darken
I know hope is still above them
The ocean is you
Stretching as far as my eye can see
You take my seashells
And mold them in your image
You're at the end of the horizon
And even when my hopes are clouded
I can see you
And remember the color of the sky
And there aren't enough reasons to stay
That aren't diluted in you.