tides

paths overlap like neuron's synapse,
we all interact and collapse and retract
and reconnect all over again,
but the pull back hurts every time my friend,

just like sand being drug out to sea
i see parts of me, little parts of scenes
that construct a much broader picture,
all encompassing of the scriptures

littered and personified by the stories
that we write while walking with no worries,
only focused on the moment at hand,
until the moment's gone and we scan

the remains of the day as they lay
all about, it seems they display
what we're all about undisturbed,
it's the only sense we can make of life's blur