It’s one of the few things that makes me feel alive

It’s why, in my late 20s, I told my boss I didn’t want to strive

No, I don’t want all the shiny things

I’m not a puppet on a string

So I cut my hours back

To corporate, it seemed whack

Time is gold

And fleeting like sunlight on the trees

Or like a wave crashing  

We’re all getting old

The obituaries remind me I might not make it to my 401k

So what’s the point in being a slave

So I go to the beach every chance I get

At home now, where I sit, the cumulonimbus clouds have passed

But on the beach this afternoon, they left me aghast

And that shimmering water in which I waded

The sight of my pup swimming in it, left me elated

Will life in the end be like looking through that water so clear

Or up into those clouds that disappear

No one at the office will remember me

And 401ks don’t last for infinity

Maybe I can die on the beach

Time spent living is time spent dying

So let me out of the in-box, unleash me from the keyboard

Put me on the shore

I want to look through the water as long as I can

Fix my eyes on the heavens and the sunset

Breathe each cycle, each tide, with no regret