The tides of the sea rise like the sun and crash like glass.
Maybe for the reason to be recognized...
Limits have no limits and ends have no ends.
Its a great competition out here some say...
The most beautiful glorified,  and all else falls to the wayside.
We are all beautiful in our own way some say...
What most never see is quite hard to believe.
Striving to find a place to fit in, in a place that only views naked flesh as a headline.
We are all unique some say...
Unique is often considered weird and weird is an outcast in society.
We all have our own calling some say...
Then we wonder what is our calling? What are we here for? What is our purpose?
Its that, that we must search ourselves for.