Here I am at this place
I have come here to stand between the sand and the sky, where reason lies. I have come to the edge of eternity to ponder a question. As the waves crash I have come to learn a humble lesson. The sand is soft as a childs memory. God? Do the waves speak to me? Do you? Am I damaged goods? Am I a wronged man? Here, God, I am by the waves and the soft sand. God? Am I a mad man? I ask here on the edge. Where I thought it may be...
