The pier to my left
The mountains to my right
I stand in-between
The ocean's breeze on my skin.

People pass by and fades into the distance
Silhouettes and fragments of lives gone by
Myriad of souls fighting myriad of wars
And I'm losing everyone.

This is how the light gets in
Sun-rays cracking between the palm trees
My shadow stands in-between
Not quite here and maybe never there.

The sun sets behind the pacific ocean
The pier colored bright and lifeful
Memories of a life once lived overcomes
A glimpse of a life not yet born overwhelms.

The pier to my left
The mountains to my right
I stand in-between
Not who I used to be
Not yet who I'm supposed to be
But just me
with the ocean breeze on my skin.