I stood by the bay and cast my problems away.
Into the shifting sands went my life, sand castles of dreams and hopes- the life of a younger man I did see wash away into the sea.

These old eyes have seen too much and learned too little far too late.

I have heard the call of battle far off from another room and as I turned off the T.V. I had another voice call out for me- changing rooms and places with each other- we're as fickle as the waves.

So the hourglass drains from one end to the other and no one to flip it, this is how we run out of time.

With age comes wrinkles and worry, with age comes debt.

So I stand by the bay and wait for the waves to wash me away. Sand castle life, King of the beach.