Erroneous Poem by maya maini

The long stretch of the coast,
is bursting with boats.
which is the one that will take me,
to the place of east?

Lyrical is the way they sail,
not once do they attempt to fail.
but waters surge and push,
into zones not quite known.

The horizon is stretched far,
by the hand of illusion.
they go towards it far,
but they don't reckon the run.

Dappled fish fly and fling,
crushed sometimes by the hard wood.
that scrapes and shapes,
destinies and lives of the sea.

something like my own life,
where beings come and go.
scratching my being without much care,
I sit and watch the shore as it keeps up the beat
of the eternal journey to nowhere.