It must have been a tumultuous tide.
It must have been a rollercoaster ride.
I noted the rise, the speechless highs.
And then the ebb, the sobbing sighs.
Having said I said that,
There's no time to waste
(on rhymes and embellishments).
The journey must go on.
And with a backward glance,
And a tinge of what-ifs vapourising in the rising sun,
I walk on forth.
Wonder what's over that hill.