Circles - Lyndon Queripel

Alone down by the sea
Only my shadow follows me
I reach the beach breathlessly
Blown by the winds of destiny

Empty boats tethered to posts
Drifting, shifting with the tide
like all the weathered ghosts
That still haunt me deep inside

So many waves without a hand
I turn towards the shore
There's footprints in the sand
Someone's passed this way before

But I can hear no sound
And no one answers my call
Maybe i've been walking around
In circles after all .

Lyndon Queripel