Usually you'd hear me say my reflection
Perhaps even my heart
But this time it's something different
It's the dignity, pride, and charisma
Of a cool dude named Roger
He's homeless, motion sickened
From being a nomad for the last 5 years
He had it all
The money, the perfect wife
Kids that would greet him every morning
With the sound of their laughter
The smell of bacon and eggs
Covered in a light coat of cheese and hot sauce
He lived on the western coast
So every night would be perfect
To set the mood for a romantic evening
Which always led to the one thing he loved to do with her
Sit quietly and bask in each other's company
Yet when he walked  on the beach
With his kids in tow
Every sea shell crumbled under his weight
The cracking and popping
Scrapping against the rocks he stood on
Now looking back it all seemed just too dreamy
He won't tell me how he ended up this way
But he said "Son, the most broken thing I know is a shell"
I knew what he meant
He was a shell of the old him
Broken and beaten down by the tides
Washed ashore to crumble on the rocks
Stepped on by the passerby's
Of every sidewalk he found himself calling home for a night