quick sand

Wet under my feet.
I try to run-
faster.
Legs give all their might.
Futile.
With each step
I sink deeper
into the sand.

Waves crash behind me;
Become my background music.
But where is the lead?
the chorus?
the main hook?

Motivation.
If they can move,
so can I.
Why can't I?

I try again;
sink again.
Pain creeps up my thigh.
I lose count
of my number of tries;
they become as innumerable
as these grains of sand.

Dawn drops.
I can still see you walking
Away from me-
farther, farther.
I begin to lose sight of you.
The seas calm.
Why did I try so hard?
It was unattainable.

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