Just A Tiny Little Seashell.

A shell upon a shingle beach,
Hiding, yet to be found,
Use sandy grains to scour your dreams,
Feet firmly on the ground,

Reality's a fact of life,
It's charred your innocence,
The harshest words and cruelest tones,
Your facial muscles, tense,

The rocks that still surround you,
They have taught you to be cold,
The waves a simple symphony,
Of doing what you're told,

Imagination processed,
Creative? Under locks,
You're scared of being different,
Thinking outside the box,

You don't believe in dreaming,
It's efficiency you preach,
Just a tiny little seashell,
Hidden on a shingle beach.