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.