Thoughts

My mind Supposedly a well oiled machine Though it feels more like I am standing on the shore My past is the waves catching up with me Sometimes it’s far away, Other times I am almost drowning in thoughts In front of me is the sand Looks like stabile ground I one day will reach But every time I take a step I sink deep into the sand It’s Collapsing underneath me, Slowly the water is taking pieces of the beach with it Down to the deep wholes of my mind What was in front of me is now my past Then I look to my right and see I am not alone And a fragile smile drifts upon my face