The world around you is soon outgrown
And at times you seem to find yourself alone
In thoughts that swamp too easily
Like a seeping wound, a carried disease
But it wont’ last too long, a week so they say
Its fierceness grows in the heat of the day
And in that time you can find a way
To recover, relax and contemplate
Put your faith in stones
The only ones you’ve ever told
Quick to betray
But you must behold
Put your faith in stones
The only ones you’ve ever known
Quick to leave
But you have to watch them go
Time passes in certain ways
Mirrored by the movement of waves
Some coming quick rushing to shore
The longer grow, these are ones to endure
The time sucking out energy as does the tide
Only to race back in the blink of an eye