Indentations in the sand

He left footprints in the sand
1,2,3,4,5 heel,toe.
Salty whispers upon hushed shores.
He had a locked mindset and lived amongst clouds- eye level.
For he had nothing, As he could only sculpt the chords of sweet sound with his hands.
He did not stand tall with those skyscrapers
Nor could he suit hanging burdens which fastened tight and looked rather good with a shirt,
No.
The sand is the only foundation in which crumbles but does not cause fear for the future while doing so perhaps this is why he sees stability to be rickety.
They laugh because he is wild and fearless,
he laughs in answer as he sits below palm trees imagining a life without serenity and freedom.
Clowns can make people laugh at them as well as with them, this is where he offers a mirror to you,
And so we will sit upon golden sands and we shall not shudder at the thoughts of tomorrow
We can simply stretch our egos to the height of fools towers and then surf then evening away with a careless smile.
Yes, what a retched generation we are.