A Sand Grain’s Wish

Through endless smooth plains of the monotonous,
where all that prevails are the shifting hills,
made of billions identical to us.

Where grim diurnal ascents seldom time stills.
Reaching for the sea, I am lost in these lands.
Among billions cursed to serve their Devils

Creeping and skimming and reaching the last strands.
Trying to avoid the eternal traps of caves.
I search for a purpose no one understands-

To gradually sink under the foamy waves
and reach the solitude of a fathomless grave.

~AJ

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