Tides of Uncertainty

The tides have turned for all but a few Because of this we hide inside seashells, On the ocean floor. And we sail to another existence, And Prevail! And while sailing far away, We fail to look back at what we left behind. Another tide that is mine Underneath the clear sunshine How we hide as the birds flied To seek other places. Higher than ourselves, Noticing prolonging, The tides of uncertainty that hides in all of us, As we prevail and sail!