On the current of the tide rides the soul of man,

Caught within the net, floating first there, and then back.

Ever searching for the end, to be free …

Yet remaining entangled within his own confusion,

Seeing first dark, then light, the sun high above ten suddenly gone.

He reaches toward, then away, from the answers as they float by …

Within the depths of his own self wort he seeks the ebb and flow,

At once searching, but yet settling.

He is entangled within his own freedom …

And so the tide flows …


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