We roll like waves against a rocky beach,
Contract, release, then dissipate—and reach
A state of nothingness. But then we fight,
Our voices shrieking through the night.
We fly like birds across a cloudless sky,
Ascend to dizzy heights and laugh—defy
The laws of man. But then we hit the ground
With broken wings, crying without sound.
We love like children, guileless and free,
Believe in something better than dreams
And mirrors. Like Cinderella and her prince,
We do our best to find the shoe that fits.
Will we find it? Or will we rush like storms upon a hapless town,
Invading houses, leaving dreams to drown?