Past the Boardwalk of Wanderlust Children
The lady at work spilled coffee on me
And a customer claimed I hadn’t gotten his order right
My kids hate crust on their bread and refuse to wear the color green
A day on the beach is what I need
Past the boardwalk of wanderlust children
Through the passage of grain like particles
The trail had quite the scenery
There were readers, players, and girls who craved the sun
There’s a point on the beach where the sand no longer feels dreadful
My feet feel a sense of relief and a chill travels throughout my body
I have finally reached the ocean waves
I walk, I run, I sprint until the water is too strong to fight against
I taste the salt water and laugh
I feel the sea shells and stones and I know that if I walked just a little bit further it’d be smooth
I wait for a large wave to come and when it does I dive
The waves are unpredictable, but that’s the best part
A lady had spilled coffee on me
A customer had been frustrating
And my kids are my kids
But the beach made me forget it all, it made everything awesome