At the high tide,
The sea cradled us blind,
Nurtured our egos,
Gilded the guilt of our ills,
Caressed the conscience in our hearts.

At the low tide,
The sea left the skeleton
Of our tangled actions ashore,
Our guilt engraved on the pebbles,
Our conscience straggly with contrition.

We wonder and ponder,
Upon our actions
Of the past.
Tis a heavy price
To pay for our sweet tooth.
Oh Lord
What have we done.