Under A Beach Umbrella

Building sand castles or watching waves decide to come further in or fall back.

She asks why build when decades will wash over our work, rather watch possibilities go undisturbed back to where they came.

Drinking then blinking precious nights away, was saving now I’m broke poor account stuck with pained face.

Drove to consumption until drained, empty and attacked with shame, maybe regret too still curled in broken pieces on a soft bed.

Rather find stable nights, persistent united efforts instead fleecing flashy fun.

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