How to Stay Away From Ash Beach

Many people are being dragged out into a non-existent sea by a dangerous undertow. Someone has spelled out help, lost in seaweed, but the crashing waves washed it all away. I want too bad and I don't show it, but it hurts to go. It's feast of famine, the honesty kind of hate. Tell me what's impossible and I'll tell you slow down. Wipe the hand to spite the trap, save the body, trust the map. If you don't fail me, you can bail. Let's keep the shell intact to hell and back  and not a slogan on a shirt to show.