How It Is

Slight and thin toughened with each breath maybe a little turbulent with its roaring waves as all adapt to a course as they either ride or dive with each a stride The shore is created maybe a fragment with its varieties on a paddle of rose thorns it's soil, a cuddly woolen blanket with garden that need not be trimmed a time where the sun rise bothers no more a shore sure one must have maybe just a little quiet some a plank have none reflections and sights a great sea a tomorrow sharp a cut juice of the heart strong a liquor quite a few standby, many loose jumping on an anlternative shore where the thread is deemed too weak maybe a boulder to a snail slight and thin driven by the shore surviving a mountain of seas joy unspeakeable would it be to set foot in the paradise of our making maybe it is all just a facade and who knows this than those who had seen how thin it can be but what is life wothout a longing