The plans we make shifting through our thoughts and looking towards tomorrow

Breaking waves take the sands of the shore and watching nightfall as each hour passes us

The time broken into the boxes that we carry them in and all the while we dream

Smells of defeat and victory cloud our minds as we brush them aside for something that is not there at all

A blank slate to be filled with wishes and thoughts and processes and words and intentions and tidbits of ideas and pieces of lives never lived

Blank stares and amazement as we run dry and seat ourselves in the old worn chair waiting for another day