Beach

Diamonds glitter in the sun, 
On the top of the waves,
Lapping at the shore, 
My mind misbehaves. 

My minds a traitor, 
It's on everyone else's side. 
It tells me what I really am. 
Tells me I should hide. 

I don't feel the slightest thing, 
On the beach, at the end of march. 
Just watch the diamonds glitter away. 
Watch the stones in their perfect arch. 

I've come to think, 
But it just won't come. 
My thoughts escape me. 
Blinded by the sun. 

I didn't even know where I was driving. 
Before I found myself here. 
This is home to a wanderer, 
When the wanderer disappears. 

I'm off the radar for a few hours, 
Hypnotised by the waves. 
It calms me down, it soothes me. 
My sanity is saved. 

I'll smoke a few more cigarettes, 
Before I face everyone else.
But right now, I'm busy, 
Sitting amongst stones, an empty shell