Me and my soul live on an isolated island, all luscious and green

Multicoloured sand encompasses my haven like a boa-constrictor

At the fusion betwixt yellow and green a loosing battle rages

At each tightening the snakes’ grip, the very life force drains away

Sitting on D.I.Y chair, beneath a palm tree, I sip Coconut Milk

Reviewing battle plans, planning escape strategies, killing the snake 

Reaching for my binoculars I scan the horizon between each sandy peak

This ever changing tableau proffers glimpses of other sanctuaries

A sobering sight of the bare bones of ideas of escape to larger green specks

In tatters they lay like a skeleton bleached by the searing heat

Perchance I see another soul strike out to rid itself of life’s confines

I stand on my chair to cheer him on, willing an unfortunate soul victory

Drama upon drama, his vessel of words is pounded by mountainous waves

Vessel splinters into a million verbal expressions, he falls into the sea of sand

I hear his screams as the sand closes around him, pulling him down

All I see now is for arm sticking above the sand, flesh stripped

Was this a warning to me, this skeletal beacon waving bony hand, a mock hi-five

I slump in my chair, I look around, my oasis has been reduced by half, cant breath

There is nothing for it, I must escape, I walk into the sand and start swimming

At once the grains of sand attempt to consume me, I hear trillions of tiny voices

Each voice echoes the nerve pulses of my brain; ideas, low self-esteem, the what ifs’

They ware away my flesh like sand paper smoothes the rough wood       

Suddenly the sand gives way and I am sucked into a vortex, I stood no chance

Down to its centre I sank and with one final effort failing disappeared, was my soul lost

It seemed only moments later when the sand spat me out pushing me to one side

My soul awoke, coughing up grit, but otherwise ok on a luscious green island

I look up and saw hand of God release his grip of this sand timer hour glass

I could just make out an instruction on its side, turn life upside down in one hour

Life goes on; I build another chair and plan once more towards an unknown future

Will I succeed or stumble along like everybody else? Will my soul find a mate?

Each time I pass through the vortex, I hope that I grow a little wiser

Are we not all just drifters, lost in time, flotsam on the sea of sand?

As we pass by all we can do is discover grains of truth, and just live