In and out as the tides grow stronger,
the life which was once new now grows older,
as morning labors and toils away,
the evening sits and lays in wait,
waiting for the darkness to come 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 chasing away,
at an unsustainable linear fantasy.