Sneaking into my nights

Tiptoeing into my eyes

Food to my flickering hope

My tender dream

It ‘was’

You and me

Are but

Just another wave

In the ocean

Of eternal infinity

Manifest unmanifest

Manifest unmanifest

Manifest unmanifest

Made of the ocean

Unmade into the ocean

And the cycle goes on

What is it in this

Short lifespan

In a mist of insignificance

That you worry about?

When in the end

All that stays

Is the ocean

And how you Made

Your little wave count.