I'm lost on this endless beach,
just one desolate grain of sand,
all alone in the masses
no more or no less than the grains beside me.

I blend in,
eclipsed by this majestic scene,
I help to create.

Am I no more than a moment
falling through the glass,
like the one that just fell by
unnoticed -- forever lost to time?

Yet, I noticed the falling
and it transformed me from what could be –
to what once was.

And it has left me to wonder,
how can my life,
a life like the billions that came before me
and the billions that will come after
have a relevance to the existence of humanity?

This contemplation erodes my soul
for I can find no solace in being just part of the whole,
no matter how inspiring that whole may be
my love, my passion, my being,
has to be more than this.

For inside me,
there is both the best and worst of humanity
I have tamed the worst
and strived each falling moment
to be the best me -- I can be.

And if for no other reason than this
I deserve to be more,
more than a desolate grain of sand
forever lost in time.

I should be the beach.

© Joey Jones