Dancing to the whim of the breeze
Back and forth – they never cease.
I stand before the thousand waves
reminiscing my yesterdays.
Facing the breeze, sinking into sand;
sober and pensive does this poet stand.
Time flies by, but persist do the waves.
What’s written on sand, the waters erase.
Memories splash by the shore,
But one day I wouldn’t care anymore.
Life is not a pool for swimming
Surf dear heart, the waves are rising.