I lie here bobbing up and down over the little water ripples of the sea. Every so often though a bigger body of water rises me up and over it just like as if it was playing with me as a cat does a mouse. I am aware that I must respect the current surrounding - in which I am, indeed a mere insignificant grain of sand in comparison to its magnificent size. At any time it could be my last if I made one false move or it chooses to seize me. Knowing that I am a nothing to it and that it couldn't care less about me or my life I have a sudden, wrong if you will feeling in my mind body and soul that I can't regret to having. I find myself weighing up through this tingles of rushing adrenalin in my body, whether it is best to enjoy the last minute of my somewhat relentless bore of a life or to keep on my life's track, bored and unchanging for years to come, until I'm so decrepit the only thing interested in my existence will be the worms and earth awaiting my untimely demise. No I think I shall retreat myself back into the water and enjoy every minute at least until I need to return home!