The never ending tide.

                                    You never beat the tide of rising fear, it comes and goes just like the moon.
                                        The waves crash at you feet, succumb only by your daily strength.
                                              The tide has gone only to find, the rocky shore is still afoot.
                                                                      Why walk this hellish path?
                                                              The tide consumes and pulls you back.
                                                Your feet deep in wet sand, the tide is back it’s a sure bet.
                                                          The tug and pull of life, the tide will never end.