How do you know her?
What has she done?
Do you infer,
There is something you have won?

Why do you speak that way?
What did she say?
Trying to be seen,
Do you think it is fun?

What is that look?
Like she is a book?
She’s just eighteen,
And you will have none

Just because you’re older
Maybe even bolder
Does not mean
You can call her your Eileen

Change with the times
Do not lag behind
Know that nothing is easy
Otherwise, you make people uneasy

Act fast
Leave now
You’re not the last
For the river is coming to plow

There’s a path
Yes right there
Cross now or feel the wrath
Unless you dare to face the river

It is not too late
Please, do not let me wait
For there’s a river beside you
Which you cannot swim through

You’re ankle deep in water
Not enough yet to falter
Please just take my hand
Or you won’t be able to stand

This sandy road
Is about to wash away
The river has not slowed
There is no time to delay

Look right behind
There’s a crowd of raging fire
It is half of mankind
To get across, they aspire

Don’t let them burn you
For they can turn you
Don’t get caught in their flame
Cause it will be you everyone will blame

The water is now up to your waist
So you have little time left
Just increase your great haste
To which you can attest

I see you slipping
You’re chin, it is dipping
The fire is on your hair
There will be blood everywhere

I can’t go in
I can not save you
The flood takes those with sin
I thought you knew

Would I be friends with myself?
Would it help my mental health?
Would he see me over there?
And give me some of his care?
Or leave like most often else?

Would he like the way I act
When I’m with my friends intact?
Would he see straight right through me
Extremely very quickly?
I give no eye contact, fact

Would he see I try too hard?
When thing are good, I discard
Would he think then it is weak
That I’m never at my peak?
Or would he mend my great shard

Would he catch me if I hide?
Even if there was no guide?
Would he know the words to say
When I do not want to play?
Or just walk and keep his pride?

Would I be friends with myself?
Would it help his mental health?
Would I know the thing to do
If his mind was turning blue?

Would I help him if he’s down?
Would I change his life around?
Or would I leave him alone
If he wants to be at home?

Would I let him win the game?
Or let Ego get the fame?
Would I take a stand against?
Or would I sit on the fence?

Would I help if he buckles?
Help him with all his troubles?
Or would I let him fall down
Cause the ego on my crown?

Would I be my classic self
As if I am with no one else?
Or would I fake my whole life
As I have done my whole life?

The tide rises up the sand
And it falls back
It seems as if it's unmanned
Counterattack

The tide is inching up now
Then slides away
It climbs up the sand somehow
Never at stay

You see just the constant motion
Never at a rest
The clock of the open ocean
The pull then the crest

It looks the same, yet different
The push the the pull
The flat line of the gradient
A part of the whole

Years later, the water's now higher
Near the steps of your house
Yet you think the sand must be drier
Nothing is under dowse

You a small wall up infront the place
So the tide never hits
Right now, everything's at little haste
Danger, it's at a quits

Later you notice the house is flooding
The tide rolls up and down there
Because the wall could stop only nothing
The house is just sea and air

You think it is smart to move up the hill
"Though the tide climbs, it will fall"
"The tide will not stay up, but the house will"
"When it rises, it will crawl"

Later you here the spinning of the cycle
The water is always around
Now you know it ill never be idle
It goes up, but does it come down?

You think it can be fixed, something you can do
But two homes are there down under
So you blame society, partially true
But it was also your blunder

Finally, at last, you say you can fix it all
But you took too long, it is too late
Because the ocean is rising with little fall
That’s why you hate the one who is late

Because only the mountain is left standing dry
All life is certainly out of whack
You must recede to the only place that is high
The tide rises up the sand and doesn't fall back