The Beach of Nothingness

To the beach of nothingness is where I go,

When the pressures of life

Seem to take its toll.

I slip off the flip-flops of my mind,

As I allow the cool sands of father time

To ooze between my toes.

I feel gentle, winds blow,

Through my messed up hair

It’s wonderful, because, I don’t care!

I take deep breaths

That clears my mind

And refreshes my soul.

I hold hands with precious memories.

We walk together, she and I

In the cool waters of nothingness.

Rick J. Musick

Sunday 3-11-2012 9:06 P.M.