sitting
by the shore
feeling the ocean breeze,
hearing the waves gently role to the shore,
staring at foot prints in the sand,
seeing the clouds passing by.
sittin' and wonderin' "Why?".

not of the past.
not of those things that must last.
but of Today
and it's way.
and of Tomorrow
will it bring more sorrow?

the breeze blows by, where does it go?
the waves roll in & out again.
the foot prints of people come & gone.
the clouds float off into the sky.
and i sit here and wonder "Why?".

my life is the breeze, it passes with ease,
like the waves lost to the sea,
foot prints there in the sand,
clouds there in the sky.
somehow my life is passing by.
and i sit here and wonder "Why?".

i've been working on this for a while. it never seemed to come together, to be right. then i realized, it's like my life. how appropriate.-steve