Lost without a trace among grains of sand.

Too many thoughts the page 

appears to blur. I start and 

then I stop, random scribbles 

fill the stage. I need to hit 

the beach I need to feel the tide, 

for a moment in time I really 

want to hide. 

A cog within the works a 

change I have to face, 

I’m longing to become, 

lost without a trace. 
KH©2016