The wave breaks
on the shore
and rolls out as

 

life pauses for a moment
before continuing undisturbed;
the sea the master of its own destiny.

 

The wave breaks,
the world keeps on turning
regardless of the time or place

 

and where you and I are,
without a thought for the absurdity
of this thing we call life.

 

The wave breaks
as the sailor out at sea is rocked to sleep,
lulled into a sense of security.

 

He is alone, far away from anything
that might be called civilisation,
but he is at home.

 

The wave breaks
upon the shore
where I stand

 

feet buried in the sand
listening to the sound of water
rolling back and forth

 

as nature intended,
and I, I finally feel at one,
here on this beach, hundreds of miles away
where I stand alone.