Jim Fleming - A Day at the Beach (Thinking) lyrics

Watching the restless surf grind in and frothing, grumble-rumble out. Philosophy and life is all confusing, roiled in this miss-paired convolution. He stands looking west, attempting to wrest stability from all of life's confusion. Restless, surging waters wash the sands of wisdom from beneath his feet, Life's basic truths s**ed into a void where once-solid contact gave brief security. Beware! Ma**ive, problematic knots of lumbering logs roll and tumble, Crushing small, insignificant life into replenishing grit for new beaches. Beneath the great crushing weight of beach-life's behemoths Myriad, countless, small lives frantically scurry and scamper, Seeking to find their very own way, meaning and worth within chaos. Shrieking seagulls scream strident ideals over laboring, burrowing ma**es. Blown by on fitful, transient winds, raucous, howling banshees for change. While scurrying beach birds flit and pick over the sand's gifts of their sustenance. From beneath the sand's transient security clams squirt new ideas and questions. And just as quickly rebury sandy heads to safely seek new thoughts and jests. The crabs complain and scurry away begrudging philosophes their sandy bunkers Hiding in their shells of tenuous tenure using stones and cobbles for shelter, They sidle and flee strident gull-hunters only to be crushed by rumbling logs of change! Wind and waves continue their conversation mixing and tossing sea-life's squanderings. Logs and sand, dead crabs and clams are all tossed to a scavenger's salad! And facing west, still upon his quest, his podium a strong promontory Built on solid logic thrusting proudly into the sea's tumultuous pounding His version of life's stability displayed (never noticing the gradual erosion) This is The Way! I've had my say! (flaking away all that he stands on.) And the waves wash all away in timeless display of nature's unhurried response to his vanity.