Once upon a time forgotten,
on a shore where’st memories be rotten,
a foul salt lies upon the waters of life,
a distant thought of a lasting strife.

But that is the past, and though it shall remain,
become mindful, become present - peaceful and sane,
without the past, with present, it is your future that you save,
peace upon these sands and ocean! grief gone like a wave.

Although it still exists, The brine not sincere,
it is not a problem any longer, not a problem here.