Too many grains of sand to count
but not one cause for sorrow,
for any total reached today
will change before tomorrow.

The tide soon sweeps across the shore,
so why take time to dally
to make a count that soon won't jibe
with any sum I tally?

Some people find great comfort in
a world defined by science,
where everything falls into place
with absolute compliance.

For them a world of absolutes
might be the perfect ticket,
but if I find a patch of sand,
I'd rather fling and kick it!