the summer drive that often made its rounds around the mind began somewhere in mid July
taking trips around the beach during the day and watching the sun go down in the evening
I wish to become the moon
rowing along with the movement of the ocean so that I may guide the waves as I guide my destiny
bringing water upon the beach to leave a temporary mark so that I am not forgotten
YOU ARE READING
Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
