Sometimes I think about things—
Things that will never be seen again.
Like the beach.
You will never see the exact identical beach
The waves come and go
Washing and adjusting the sand
Creating new coastlines
With each swift sweep of the ocean
Leaving things completely new
That is how I wish each day arose
None of the baggage of the previous day
Just a clean slate to start over on
Forcing you to make each day the best it can be.