Waves crashing ashore
Collapsing the sandcastles we built as kids
The best ocean view as the sun and horizon kiss
Seem like a distant memory of how I thought this would feel
As the sky seems out of reach
Architect within becomes without.
We begin going places rather make a home
Life isn’t a swing and a miss
Collect sticks and stones to protect what’s left
This is everything I thought it would be when I knew nothing
Take my hand, keep my thoughts like I kept yours
I’ll find a brick house that’s just ours with hardwood floors.
It’s past midnight here. Who told me to drink coffee? No one.