The Science of Life

Waves crash to the sandy shore.

Rise and fall, O such a bore.

Salty blunt knives gently massage,

peanut butter, breakfast for us.

Nano eye

sees the lengthening shoreline.

Along which,

runs the path of life.

From high, it is but a line.

But every second of it,

A pattern within another.

Chaos erupting,

Yet simplicity is its master.

What has been will be again.

What is meant to be,

Will be.

Everything that has

A Begining,

has

An End.

And every end leads

To a beginning.

Life is an eternity.

When is,

the end of the beginning

or

the beginning of the end?

Only eternity, will not repeat.

So I seize the time,

to sit and think about life.

Only that another fool has done it

in his time.

Where the waves too

shape the shoreline,

And he perhaps,

loves the same blue sky.