Are you finished yet ?
Washed up.
Like desiccated, limp seaweed.
On a shore of equally broken shells.
Maybe you were dragged to this place unwillingly, or you just meandered your way here on the sea swells.
The how is irrelevant.
As is the why.
The question is : Is it true?
That you are done.
That your worth is spent.
I think not.
Prove ’em wrong.
More importantly, prove it yourself.
Lead yourself to new climes.
You owe your spirit that much at least.
Are you finished yet ?
Ebb Then Flood 