walk upstream.

I sit beside the stream of life

and watch the years of past float by

observe the pebbles red and brown

formed by all decisions made

sea glass blue rest in my hand

close to heart a sleepy town

long forgotten, seaside sand

gleaming torchlight underground

resilience in a minors face

resembles strength, needless to say

clarity that never knew haze

hardworking pride rings true to this day

I am a no one and so are you

but I am curious, what if we were

inextricably linked like life

and breath

then maybe.

just maybe.

society could walk upstream

let my ocean meet your river

brighten your stream

with blue sea glass