“Am I enough?” I ask the beach.

My hopes and dreams float out of reach.

My future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

Can I ask for a sign of hope?

I need it so that I may cope.

The future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

The waves crash back, “It matters not.”

It fails to care that I’m distraught.

The future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

Can I wish for a fantasy?

The waves gurgle with apathy.

Our future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

“Of course, but be willing to lose,

That’s how you grow,” spoke the sea muse.

Our future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

“I don’t want to lose those I adore!”

“There’s your problem, Child,” said the shore.

Our future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

“Please explain,” I asked the ocean. 

The bay splashed, “What a sad notion.”

Your future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

The tide spoke: “How can you survive,

Others can’t make you feel alive.”

Your future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

“My happiness is up to me?”

The seascape appeared to agree.

The future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

The winds of the ocean bellowed:

“You get to choose, my fine fellow.”

Your future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

At this, it was my turn to nod.

This conversation had been odd.

My future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

“Go now and live in the moment!

You will love it, don’t bemoan it!”

The future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

 

The ocean said, “Live, you can’t fail.”

I guess that I define my tale?

The future gives no guarantee;

The time to come is up to you.

Now I know what I have to do:

Live in the moment, just be free.