Footprints in the Sand

Gathering of many
Forgetting of the rest,
Knowing was half the battle,
Beauty at its best.
Drowning emotions in a tiny bottle,
Dividing the pills and deciding which to swallow.
Plundering of false accusations,
Listening to only good vibrations.
Overlooking all worries and woes,
Staring vaguely into oblivion
Worrying about everything but my toes..