When I was young a gypsy woman said to me, You'll have a life of chaos and confusion With no end in sight, no solution. She waved her arms in the air pronouncing due time must pass before I'd stumble upon peace, and more pleasure. And love, all in good measure.
As I think about what she said I relax on the beach listening to the waves lapping at the shore. Watching the children carry their plastic pails full of jellyfish to a sandy death before going back for more.
The haze in the sky lets through the suns rays and I burn slightly contemplating these better days. I don't look back but when I do, it's not for long. I turn my thoughts to what went wrong, then I cast the memory aside in order to allow my spirit to glide.
Mistakes are still made, not every card is well played. I get nowhere if I deny, and cheat myself with some spun lie. Change is going to come, it comes for everyone. I make the best out of what I've got, sometimes it seems that it's so little but the opposite is true, it's really a lot.