Tonight, I hear the waves Speaking in turbulent tongues Of lost memories And forgotten lives The ocean swirls and churns A restless cauldron Brewing ephemeral secrets Waves like demons Hungry and spiteful Lurching forward To inflict unspeakable pain Yet it cannot bear The sorrows of a lifetime The intense crescendo Is now lost When water meets land
As I stand here Feet soaked in wet sand I see the world through Galilee's eyes Plato's philosopher-kings Machiavellian morals Hobbesian state of nature This eternal ocean Is our only witness In the court of history With its century-old silence It guards the secrets Of the papacy Of glorious kingdoms Of the Queen, the merchant, the artist Of wanderers and missionaries It weaves and sieves Leftovers from the vicissitudes of time Leaves us with nothing but An inscription or a mere impression Of what went by.
Will I ever know? The ultimate truth of existence Will I ever comprehend? The days and ways of generations past Will I succumb? To the falsehoods and the pretences Will I succeed? In changing my destiny Do I dare tip the balance? Between binary oppositions
Tonight The waves speak In turbulent tongues The darkness dawns upon humanity As Night draws the curtains The show is over This is how life evolves And transgresses Never straying too far away From the rehearsed script Yet For all the mirages of joy it brings We still hope, strive, and seek Eternal bliss.
As I turn to walk back To the life that beckons To everyday normalcy I understand Why The show must go on...
