The tide

We long to be in the tide.
We get up to our ankles, our willpower subsides...
For the ocean´s resolve is fullproof and stark.
We´re shocked by the cold, scared by thoughts of sharks.
Your eyes search for jellyfish.
Your mind rips, we´re all selfish.
Fear competes with the quest for truth.
Truth´s in the tide as it moves and grooves.
As it greets and as it farewells.
It´s waves hit us, wet ideas, like our heads it swells.
The sandy bottom relieves like a tongue before jagged teeth,
before we´re lost and broken on a reef.
Crab claws at our feet, and dizzy salty swirling schisms.
This is the truth, it moves like the time, conceals pearls of wisdom.
It eats away at the edge of the land, hurricane force grand.
And when we just wont listen it sweeps itself up and hurls itself inland.
It bathes in the sun and the moon aloof.
The tide is not your pretty friend, is that my pal what you pretend.