Tune your life's chords.

Writing after quite long, had forgotten the tune I put to each song.. Losing interest in everything I do, something pulling me back, like the mouse to it's trapped glued.. Motivation comes and goes like each day, and suddenly I'm this formation which cannot be moved, an old piece of clay.. The beach answers a lot to what should be done next, as life actually stands still, glares and gets set for tomorrow a new quest.. Energy, energy, energy is a requisite, the force behind each story, each doing, each secret chit.. As I watch a few men catching their pinky's and walking along, and a group of footballers playing like they're the kings of the game, their worthy crown.. The sand cold and waiting for the morning tide, those insects embedded in it shall come out then and get washed to another shore with pride.. Couples, lovers, joggers and more, each human, somewhere has something to explore.. Wish I was mentally 5 and could life in a fancy pram, but unfortunately each day brings in a story, a scam.. Everyone's running behind the note which has the Mahatma, in the process we often end up damaging our soul, our atma.. Time to get up and run into the ocean, let's wash that mind away, and let's get back to steaming motion.. There's another pumping apart from your muscle tearing in a gym, there's the adrenaline gushing, running making you DO IT, let's get up with some zing.. These waves want to share a secret with you, they're telling you, you're the reason they come visit the shore, you're the appetizer to their frequency, you're a pearl so true..