Blue

All these nights when loners like me are desperately looking for a piece of log to hold on and save themselves from drowning... I will let myself float and set free, wondering I'll be thrown on a beach by the waves or will b eaten up by a sea demon or just drown into tints of blue...
What among the three will satisfy my soul ...
Thrown on the beach to take up a second chance...
Or
Satisfying the demons hunger
Or
Accepting the blue
Who does not wants to rewrite their slates...
But the question here is your future is your new slate but have you ever succeeded to write it better
Or it is the same old pattern
We humans are designed to follow a loop of their own
And me idiot unknowingly chose the one with blue