Truth

Although you can bury your head in the sand
The tides continue
As they roll gently upon the shore
The sand erodes
Slowly swiftly endlessly
Into the sea

You try to ignore
The emerging sound
As the sand
Slips though your toes
Tugging at you
Pulling you in

With endless effort
Clenching your toes
Holding onto those last few grains
As they slip away with the ever coming tide.

You rise to walk away
Reaching down
To brush away
The last few grains
Found between your toes.