Life
Is like never ending flow
Flowing
To nowhere that I can see
How it goes?
How it went?
How will it become anything?
Is this question of mine
There it goes
Once again
And I see nothing
Of hope
Of dream
Tides
Come in
And out
Never stopping
For a moment of silence
To think about things
That needs to be untangled
But sometimes
Things are better off
Left as it is
Flowing as it is
