poetry submission

reaching out to every end
    and I sense them;
      waiting, building... castles in the sand - but little more
      waiting to be gathered and put to use
        much like me
    and these sounds erupt from the depths of each of us
      as we try to hold our lives together
        but know that there's little reason to
        for it just doesn't matter...
  and still, all I want to do is pluck them from their lives
    give them the path sought
    give them the tools, the mind, the eyes
        and the reason
      to put empty hands in empty hands
        and hold them together