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.
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