My thoughts under a beating sun
Are Drenched with sweat
But filled with raw emotion
My thoughts under a beating sun
Are often insane
And bewildering
My thoughts under a beating sun
Are wild and intertwined with philosophy
My thoughts under a beating sun
Are simple

I clutch onto his wreathed and wrinkled hand
My feet are bare
Relaxed in the beach sand
As the salty seawater licks me tenderly
Back and forth
It mocks me, yet soothes my startled soul

My thoughts are tangled at this time they are filled with courageous supernatural sorcery
That mingles among my sane thoughts

I stand in the sea
My hand clutching my father's
And sigh at the beauty of such a marvelous.sight
And ponder on what may become
Of my soon beginning life...

I am filled with wrought
And doubt at what I once thought I knew
I don't know
I don't know
I don't really know anymore.
I think I just want to be happy someday
Content, as some might say
Maybe I want to find love
And be loved
Maybe I want time
Time to think
Time to be
And time to write poetry
And enunciate passionate phrases
Perhaps I want to make an impact
Teach...
Build...
A mind.
Make an impact
Do something...

I'm not sure what I want
I'm not sure any of us do.

But all I can say for now
Is that
As I stand in the shallow waters
Of this glorious sea that stands before me
At the edge of the world
The edge of my life...

I often find myself conflicted
By
My thoughts under a beating sun