Life is like sunbathing on a sandy beach
During a Hurricane
with wave upon wave collapsing over you
What are the possibilities of such tidal forces?
Every year holds an infinity of infinities
each attended by its train of probabilities
Just as every moment is the collapse of a wave
as each moment passes, we walk deeper into a cave
Deeper, till we barely hear the crashing
deeper, till the wind howls no more
deeper, seeking shelter from the storm
Deeper, into the all-consuming blackness.
