The sun disappears behind the horizon,
And we call it another day,
Coming closer to life or death,
Its something I cannot say.
But what one looks for
Is what he will find,
For every one's life,
is one of a kind.
What we expect
is what we get.
Its no use to
just sit and fret.
The going gets tough now and then,
Fuzzy and hazy seems the path,
But come to think of it,
On the sea of life we are mere froth.
Which forms with the waves
and eventually melts with them,
At times beholding prosperity
at times mayhem.
Yes I'm a shell washed ashore,
for all to see,
Just put me to your ear
and you can hear the sea ...