The sheer unknown power of the sea is a truly unimaginable concept because of its unwavering and changing form every second of every day.

I am on a beach, a long lonely island of sand and history

I pick up a seashell and study its coarse weathered surface and I realize my life and the shell’s history are probably not far from similar, due to the fact that we both have had our ups and downs, like the waves that carried this here shell from, well who knows?

Our journeys have been quite long, once strong and defiant, also like the waves.

My soul is like the shell, carrying salty memories and sweet nourishment

But even waves are soon dispersed as flowing water.

I miss the life of plentiful, where I was once fearless; I could take any situation

That was thrown at me, regardless of whether I would fall, get back up and learn as well as survive. I wish I were young again, instead of fishing for answers, reeling in opportunities,

And lighting up the vast sea of knowledge with engineered thoughts.

I could say I was an old veteran of the oceans of people I've met over my years,experiences etched white as it counts the days until I give into the waters of my own mind.

In saying, I will retire to find a better place in my boat, sailing to capture my destined dreams