You know what’s beautiful?
A steady tide,
Blue
Steady
Musical.

In the mornings, elegant.
An admirable view that provokes a smile
At first sight, makes the corner of your lips
Upturn, causing wrinkles near your eyes

And in the evening, the same
With the suspenseful changing colours of the sky
Reflecting light onto its surface
Leaning different views into your mind

But often what was hidden
Was the dark hours of night
When all was black
And lacked true light

Some didn’t notice
That there were times
Where all the charm was drained
And all the beauty was gone

Some people don’t talk enough
But you talked too much
Too many words, sentences, phrases,
Too many masked laughs and empty jokes

All for an end goal
One without much meaning
Without which
Seemed to make the rest fall away

But what once seemed like a beautiful tide
Now looks like a decayed painting
With colours and pieces hardly sticking together
Trying to depict a beautiful horizon that no longer exists

Someone should’ve told you
That it’s become easy for some people
to see between
what’s real and what’s fake

Too many words, sentences, phrases,
Too many masked laughs and empty jokes
Too many words, sentences, phrases,
Too many masked laughs and empty jokes
Too many words, sentences, phrases,
Too many masked laughs and empty jokes
Too many excuses and apologies and fake smiles
and meaningless looks and deceptive humour
all which reached a peak faster than ever seen
Going from one hundred to zero
in the blink of an eye

The force of your tide
Out of the blue and unexpected
Breaking down strong walls
That were built for a reason

What took a while to realize
Was that tides go back in
As fast as they come out
And the beauty lasts a second
And in the moment it’s good
But then you’re left feeling empty
Which really isn’t right
But what are you supposed to do
Except just stand there and watch
And think about how something so striking
Quickly and heart wrenchingly became so inane

You jumped in blind
And went out blinder
Overlapping tides
Caused you too much strife

You know what’s beautiful?
A steady tide,
Blue
Steady
Musical—
But tides go out
As quick as they come in.