The Surfer

Alone he was thinking Money wasn' t a problem but loneliness was Looking for memories he found himself A past that was gone surfing waves on a present with a big board. Waiting for the next wave to surf on. Standing up in front of the sea he saw the emptiness he faced the ocean with his board but he only found waves to the same shore. A seashore to nowhere but himself to be found Covered with sand he was found There, on that beach where he used to be looking for that big wave to surf his past with no money but a life that was worth to surf on, without the people he left behind.