Surf in The Ocean of Time

Under the pull of the moon, the tide rises and falls.

Off balance, furious splashes of the surface to begin the cry for mercy, long for a breaker to stop the wave. This is another turn for impatient drag against a weary mortal body, which questions the holding slow in the past at the time the enthusiastic strength remained begging for fast rhythm dance.

Old lifetime persistence friend never listens.

Verily, the pace never really changes, but the regular discipline tick of the clock, a heartless force to move forward no matter earthly soul keep asking for the ground to stand, somewhere which seems never ever last and exist.

Forever will be, the surf in the ocean of time to nirvana.