The tides are ever shifting
sometimes I have to fight the currents.
When ithey’re high they lift me up,
when they’re low they test my endurance.
There are times when I give up,
yield to the flow and get ripped away.
The farther that I drift out,
the more that I know I have to stay.
The oceans seem indifferent,
they’re depths cold, inequitable.
I keep on treading water,
for my fate’s not ineluctable.
It may end on an island,
deserted, desolate and alone.
But those very same shifting tides
may one day deliver me back home.
M. Zane McClellan
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