Only for Buisness

The tide was coming in,
Ralph chose the firm strip
as a path,
because he needed to think.

Pacing by the water,
He lost himself in amaze,
understanding
the wearisomness,
of this life.

He stopped,
facing the strip;
the time had come
for the assembly,
there must be no mistakes,
no chasing imaginary,
no fun,
but buisness.

The beach,
was dotted,
boys were
waiting,
waiting for the assembly
to start.

Grass was worn away,
the tide was coming in,
and again,
he lost himself
in deep waters.

Not for fun,
not for laughing,
ONLY for buisness.

There's no water,
shelfs are dry...

Someone called out,
they quited
slowly...
The beastie,
the talk of fear,
made people
start frightening.

Fear,
can't hurt you anymore,
I am a hunter;
or am I not?

I'm not
talking about fear,
But as for,
the beast!

Tormented,
by the silence,
necesity to speak,
to speak
in assembly,
tears lept from his eyes.

Maybe it's not,
only us...
its some sort,
of ghost.

The world,
understandable,
lawful world,
had gone away
with the wind.

A thin wail,
chill them,
powerless
to help them.