Like the tide,
That ebbs and flows.
All my problems,
Come and go.

But lying at the beach,
Is where I'll be.
Where the damp, cold sand,
Meets the soft grey sea.

I lay there waiting,
Covered in sand.
No longer wanting,
To be on land.

And when the time comes,
Everything's washed out to sea.
The sand, the shells,
My problems and me.