Myrtle Beach Bummer

Sand house blues

I’ll be fine at high tide

When my wants are washed away

Counting on vapor to stay

Holding wind’s hands for a day

Full of nonsense but slowly opening all vents

Air out yeah pray then repent.


Dreary days have purpose

Learning I shouldn’t be so nervous

Friends out of service

Loved ones who never surface

Being afraid of blessed waves

Doesn’t make sense so I’ll learn how to behave

Buildings I’ve treasured

Wash away.


I’ll be fine no matter what tide I’m in.

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