Pebbles on the Beach

The ocean’s trapped between two banks,
And nowhere can it go.
Its riches owed to vast expanse.
Its depth and endless shore.

The mind is like the ocean too,
As landlocked as the sea.
With nothing but to sit and muse
Abstract reality.

Its wealth is measured much the same
In depth and breadth and reach.
And every thought it ever thinks;
Mere pebbles on the beach.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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