We tie to who we are and our successes,
to our family, loves and friends.
We tie to ideals, our homelands
our beliefs and our flags.
In the blink of an eye, life moves on.
A life we cannot tie, as it fades away.
A life where reality grasps tight upon dreams.
A life, while we dream, we know all is ending.
If there is something that echos
all these feelings, it is the ocean.
The ocean can never be tied to,
it’s always moving with the tides.
Where there was the sea, now
there is the land.
And tomorrow, the land begone,
and the sea shall return.
The shores are at the mercy of
the ocean, the rivers, the tempests,
all are an immense mirror where
we look into the depth of ourselves.
No, we cannot tie to the ocean, with
each full moon, she rises high and as the
tide retreats, so with it goes part of us.
Showing the mettle; with ties that bind.
• Merriam-Webster Dictionary Defines METTLE: a vigor and strength of spirit or temperament.