He moved into the waves
their fight raging below the surface
It would be his glory
or his undoing
The power of the tide
evoked his courage
(or fueled his insanity)
Out beyond the shoreline
new adventures sang
their siren song
No great story is found
on the sandy edge
he said
Where the waves fall weak
is a place for the weak
There is life there
but no real living
There is time honest spent
but not invested
Riding the crest and fall
the mocking silence of the land
became a distant whisper
and he rode the waves
to his glory
or his demise

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