It never makes any sense
That white noise
Unconnected but harmonious

Men and
Women are like
Lost notes upon a sea sound

Everyone struggling
To be heard
To be remembered
To be

Discovered

I cannot tell
Where these sounds
Began or where
They will be going

For we are all
Lost in fate or
Destiny -

Whatever one calls a lifetime -

But perhaps not lost,

Maybe

Yet to be found

The sun dial turns
As we
Are still around