The Tide

The Tide comes and sweeps my sorrows away

Only to unleash the grip of thoughts gone astray

How do i escape my own mind?

Do i pray?

Who is listening? What, in me, do i need to find?

Is someone coming to my rescue?

Or, to a well thought out belief, have i become prey

Sorrow joy pain conflict love fame

All a facade to our hidden shame

Everything is temporal

Like a Tide rolling back only to once again hit harder

All we could do is find self-control

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