There and forth...

Thoughts volley between the gusts, swaying surrounding palm trees with ease.
How hard can life really be when you're pondering on a beach?
So much room to breathe.

In the city you absorb a little of everyone else's struggle with every passing shoulder bump.
No apologies follow, just keep on pushing.
Functional claustrophobia.

 I've been idle on the beach, been productive in the the bustle.
Vice and versa, with vices and verses.
Everywhere is the same, just a different scene--at least that's how it always seems....
Multi-layered parallels.

Coast to Coast to Coast and back.
The whole time my head and my heart where the only places I was really at.

3 before 4.

Angles don’t grow on trees you know..

Angels can’t always brighten your mood with halo glow.

Every so often you have to gain perspective.

Like you were saving little pieces of a new view, and eventually you had enough to get one.

And what does your new view tell you that the old one didn’t?

Can your eyes all of a sudden see things that before they couldn’t?

Is this as real as realization gets?

It goes all the way up to 3…

Then it’s 4gets.

To each their own... But some want more?

You will always hear people say, "Hey! you just can't live your life this way!"

When you breathe, will that bring them air?

If so, then maybe you should care?

But if that notion seems illogical...

Then minding your bee's wax should not be optional...