twenty five

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I wear this sadness like a tattoo

I can't wash off the fear like I can the saltwater out of my hair,

Here everything is close. 

The sand to my feet, the tide to the sand, the rain to the tide. 

Wind, wind, wind, grabbing at my hair, slinging umbrellas across the shoreline;

When, when, when, grabbing at my mind, slinging thoughts across my skin;

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

I'm standing at the ocean,

I'm waiting at the shoreline,

I'm letting the waves crash into me as words,

Never, never never,

Sorry, sorry, sorry,

Words don't change anything, do they?