Urchin

You are in the sand
and written for decadence;
but you crave permanence.
You want to be carved in stone
and much stronger than gold.
You want to become petrified.

And I have the solution.

I have always had
exactly what you needed
but you are broken
in a way that makes you unfit

You crave something new on every turn
but your impressions are dug in sand
and though each stone you've crept upon
will stand the tides of time
you will wash away

You will drag clinging
biting with desperation
praying for an anchor
but those stones will wash clean
kissing you goodbye to the sea

and all that will remain
will be tiny tracks of blood
from the scratching
you left behind.