Untitled Inquiry #1

(Or; Wading through the Sand)

What drives the dormant mind to livid insanity?
What compels the restless self to persevere in interminable meanderings of billowing sea-foam against the crevice of yet another rocky shore of remembrance?

The answer’s written in the sand, guy.
You can see it from where we’re standing.
But be quick! I see the harrowing passage of time gaping in the all enveloping sky, and the waves look more menacing than ever.

Wouldn’t want to let your meaning be flushed away, would you?