Something is coming
That will put us all to the grave
Everyone’s waiting
But they take it as a day like others
Pretending like it will be a day like others
Maybe if think about it
Its a day like others
You say I‘ll see you later
But will we
Cause everyone says its coming
What will you do
When the time comes
How will you protect your loved ones
Accepting your own death is easy
But what about family

the tears I shed
drenched a cold spring ground
flooding the creek
that will
in time
feed waves
and take them
to you shores

salty and wild
and hard to mount
even by master surfers

the tears unshed
have built a lump of stone
lodged heavily
right in the middle of my chest

I breathe
it hurts
and makes me cry again
but will not roll away

the hill of Sisyphus rebuilt
close to my heart