Incomplete.

Down the road, up the hill,

Chasing ghosts from memories

Reaching out

To those tangible melodies

Your footprints are in the sand

I Fill my feet in from behind

Walking the path, being washed away

By the waves that came from nowhere

There’s a voice calling me,

“This way leads you into the deep;

Wake yourself up!” It screams

“Ain’t no life being buried within!”