Poetry

Sitting by the sea or standing by the land, here I am stuck in the purgatory sand
The corn and the wheat all standard and tall, but in front the sea with it untamed wall
The sea with its wave all fluffy and white, but hidden beneath the dark of night
The land with it flowers all fluffy and white, ever the truth the ground hidden from sight
 
The choice to make is true and clear, to delve into the dark, or the land that’s near
In life we make choices that’s true, forced and often very untrue
To our self and our friends and family too, the choice we make is for them not you
But still the sea or the land that all that s true, secure and all we know
 
The grain of sand or the shard or rock, shifted often and from the same stock
The choice the temptation, the heat of night, the choice we make is here in sight
To the front, the dark, the hectic sea, behind the land, static with growth and family tree
The sand on which I stand, neither hope nor solid land
 
Night come close its time to choose, land or sea one has to loose
Land its close its all that’s near, sea frustration and all that’s dear
Quick sand it’s all around, that squelching sinking horrible sound
Fighting time its so so near, help time to make it clear
 
In time I’ll answer this, and all that’s true
For we dream or we worry about what’s about to come true
Is that the land or the sea for fear or what’s new just inside built for tear?
The sea she changes but so does the land , but we stuck inside the sinking sand