A night at the Beach

The hour is late but our minds still awake
Tonight we travel to what will not matter
We leave at once, tired of our boredom
Where do we end up, the beach
Cold course sand tickles my feet while the wet wind hits my cheeks
I can taste the very sea, black as oil like an entrance to a new world
Our jaws wide open with no words to speak we sit down and take a seat
Tonight we look deep inside ourselves and wonder what tomorrow will be.