Everyone is an artist—
each generation starts out as a blank canvas.
My generation paints a beach.
We are the footprints in the sand:
outstretched toes reaching for firm ground,
longing for purpose,
I am a grain of sand—a remnant
My generation walks close to the ocean,
the rushing water reaches out,
its fingertips touching some footprints,
and grasping others back to the dark blue abyss.
Everyone is given their own brush,
able to paint their own sand;
able to become,