THE CHANGING TIDES
When the blanket of night slowly descends,
The grain of our lives inadvertently bends.
During this hour of raw stripped emotions,
We’re able to shun our inhibitions.
For as the tide goes out claiming its prize,
He must not forget that he too has ties.
It’s this link of love and hatred that bonds,
That leaves us unsatisfied as we long.
Dreaming we all live; longing we all die,
Waiting for answers never knowing why,
It has been this way since the dawn of time,
Since man began his laborious climb.