Legacy

Pressing my palm on the sand
leaving prints i don't care for...
they are meaningless here...
as the water washes my fingers away
i remember the way my life was washed ...
erased
for there was nothing fruitful that could have come out of it....
This whining victim with his annoying stories
the fool doesn't wanna play no more
your silly games are getting old.
like you .. OLD
thinking things will pass i work on them...
thinking this need to leave a legacy will pass
i hoped and dreamed
whining whining about everything
judging me sitting there
laughing at my choices ... like i am a pitiful fool
building nothing from thin air i sit
and wait....