Tides
Sometimes the tide rolls out
and the shoreline is exposed;
we see shells, crustaceans and other things,
that were right under our nose.
Then the tide rolls back in
and they're covered up again;
water is all we see,
underneath is a mystery.
Sometimes my tide is in;
my emotions are hidden;
what goes on inside of me
is not easy to conceive.
But, sometimes my tide is out;
thoughts and feelings inside show;
emotions are worn on my sleeve
and the real me you can get to know.
I do not have a tide chart,
telling you which state I am in;
the moon does not influence my tides;
the times of each are not even.
If you catch me at high tide
don't expect emotions to show;
if tears begin to fill my eyes
you know my tide is low.
Just be careful where you sit,
or your things might get swept away;
or that walk into the water
might be real far away.
And know that when you're with me,
the tides will ebb and flow;
stay long enough, my mood will change,
and a different part of me will show.
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