life is a big old beach

stranded on artificial islands of garbage i pull at loose ends
actually, i tug at them.
it may sound silly to you, but it's really taken quite a bit of effort.
i spent most of the time just standing around looking at plants and the water.
but then i thought, "hey, why not make an effort?"
so, i sorta did.
and i pulled and tugged at those very loose ends like they were attached to something.
something that would drag me in.
i tugged and pulled and tugged,
but what do you know?
nothing ever dragged me in.
it was still the same old me.
sure, i had a few more things.
but here i still was.
cracking open coconuts and complaining about the humidity and sand in my shorts.
the end.