we walk through the years along the tiring shores of the ocean of life not knowing when our paths will fade away and be forgotten among those of many others
at times, when the tide is low and sun warm the sands we find abundant treasures scattered for us to pick and claim as ours we laugh, in happiness
at times, when the tide is high and fierce storms rage we barely cling on to our frail dear life waves reclaim our treasures we scowl, in sadness
as the tides high and low so do our feelings flitter at whim and mercy of the uncertain ocean of life bound by the ropes of desire to inevitable pain
if only we see the truth,
to see the scattered treasures but to claim them not ours to see the moods of the ocean but to see them not permanent then, and only then the bliss of true peace is ours