Tides Of Time

The way that the tides of time always turn makes me wonder

if I'll ever learn

Just when I thought we could be together I forgot to account for stormy weather

I'll ride the wave enjoying the high;

until, it crashes, & subsides

I'm caught in life's giant whirlpool;

splashing and thrashing like a drowning fool

I'm waiting for the current to decide

if it will take me under

It cries out in the wind

just before a crack of thunder

The hourglass is running out

I'm tired of having all of these doubts

It’s time for me now, to take a stand -

Assuming, that the tide will return

to the edges of the sand