Battered, words scattered
pieces of a puzzle unlocked
perfection glares upon water
I’ll never walk on.
In this attempt of living life
I fancy the waves splashing below
look close, I’m there in the undertow
trying to be a cocky kid again.
As I stare out feeling content
quickly determined this can’t be
for I’m just a molecule of dust
fighting air for privileged space.
Should this light ever go dim, or out
darkness shall be another lost friend
who finally returned home
walked out of dreams.