Crumbling away into the ocean
The tides weathered you over time.
A rustic beauty that suits better with age.
I long to know your story&where;, it all began
So at peace and content,
many pass you by without a second glance.

I believe not a single being can tear you down to size.
For  your always caught by your own demise,
With so much to offer
&evenmore; to gain;
Do you ever wonder how they go insane?

I hope you keep at your story
Maybe locked in a wooden case,
For the stories given up on were never worth the chase.