We roll in like waves; crashing onto the shore and eventually retreating into the ocean. Maybe one day we'll muster the courage to resurface. Only we might appear differently; unrecognizable to those who once sailed so closely to us.
Our will alone sends us barreling in; undeniably powerful. We're unstoppable. Only we're not unstoppable. We dealt the sands a heavy blow, but that was only the battle. The war we rage will be ultimately lost.
Back into the ocean we go. Building ourselves up once more, attempting to win a losing game. We're helpless, we're hopeless. When will we learn?