Shifting sand
They say it’s hard to stand
On shifting sand
But I demur
Cos I’ve tried my hand.
Yes I did.
I’ve made decisions
Without a care
And afterwards regret
Wondering how I got myself there?
Yes I wondered.
As tomorrow comes again
Another “quicksand day”
The wind blows and blows
The sand ebbs, then flows
Yes I flowed.
(Right along with it)
Sometimes I think
I’m safely berthed
All’s good and stable
Life’s straight, no curve.
Yes I’m good.
(Anchored; secured)
But the wind starts to blow
My sails swiftly unfurl
And I toss and turn
While the sands ‘neath me burn
So I’m wrong I guess
I have to confess.
Each day can bring an
Unavoidable circumstance
Making it hard to stand
On that shifting sand.
