Rolling Tide

Confusion lingers,
       Thoughts waiver.
The mind,
       It swims in drowning water.
The waves are deep;
       Trance like motion.

--  Slow it down --

A clash against abundant rock.
The cliff side battered,
       Broken, bruised.
The rock is shifted over time,
        It’s tainted to today’s confined.
Foam corrupts ancient stone.
Colored white
        In natures lie.

-- Return --

The mind,
        It rests on the ocean floor.
The waves remain above;
        Trance like motion.
Thoughts quiver
        Confusion dwells.