In and out as the tides grow stronger,
the life which was once new now grows older,
as the morning labors and toils away,
evening sits and lays in wait,
waiting for the darkness to come and resume its rightful place.
These are the cycles that run our world,
cycles that are beautiful but also hurt ,
it is thus with a heavy heart so sad to see,
that the brilliant minds of our generation,
are blinded and chasing after,
a binary linear fantasy.