The things I think I thought

The things I think I thought turned into the things I feared to feel.
Like waves on a beach the thoughts continued to roll on and on
Until one too many thoughts turned a beautiful sandy beach into a deep, dark & murky tide pool.
And what do you do when you can't swim & find yourself too far from the shallow end?

At first you don't even notice. A day at the beach always begins with hope, intrigue & happiness
It isn't until it is too late that you realize you were in shark infested waters where children do not go to play.
Once the thoughts have stripped away the sand, leaving not even a remnant of the original land,
You begin to doubt that the sand ever even existed.

Is it possible that the thoughts you had became so confounded as to create this illusion?
Did Mother Nature just play a slight of hand with a scene of mirages?
Or have you been the one all along, while believing that you were building sandcastles
Have actually been ruining the beauty & creating your own estranged existence.

So where do you go from here?
The past & present become surreal, as if nothing ever happened.
The things I think I thought turned into the things I feared to feel.
Leaving me now full of feelings that won't go away, can't go away, but above all else need to go away.
If only for one moment, the things I feared to feel would turn back into the things I think I thought.
Only then could I have the option to think differently, feel differently.
To play in the sand with the sun one more day.