Amp or Sand

A little play on words to start us off.

I think footprints on the beach are mysterious things.

First of all, they're not permanent.
They are as stable as a tower of blocks.
Right when you get a good look at them, they're gone.
They last as long as that girl you shared a passing glance with.

Second of all, they're not uniform.
They could be from anyone from anywhere.

A fisherman maybe? Coming down from Maine to enjoy the warm weather and relax?
A business man? Finally taking a break from all the paperwork?
A teenager? Getting away from it all and being himself?
A girl? Walking alone in the world after an argument with her best friends?

They all are different, but the same.

When you walk in their footsteps, you don't know exactly what they were thinking at the time, but it's a weird feeling following someone you'll never meet.

It's to the point where they could be your best friend if you wanted them to be.

Dear Mr. Fisherman, Dear Mr. Business, Dear Angst, Dear Trouble,

What's on your mind?
What do you have to say?

What's your story?

Are you feeling relaxed, happy, alone, confused?

Are the waves washing your feelings away like your footprints?

Is your shadow covering up the traces of you?

I always wonder if maybe I'm someone's temporary best friend