The crux of time, the bleak disaster!
When everything is weighed on a broken scale
One always gives more than the other,
While the other grows cold and frail...
The scale has never been in equilibrium.

The low tide hits hard, a harsh reminder
Of how the sea can ebb and flow.
One always waits for the other's return
While the other seeks new shores to know.

The light that shines only in the dark
A faint and flickering star;
One always hopes for the other's spark
While the other drifts too far...
That's the timeline of stars
Longest in your eyes... 
The shortest in the space...

The crux of time, the bleak disaster
When your emotions are lost in a twisted maze
One always fears the other's departure
The inherent fear of turning into stone in the eyes of the fiend glance of Medusa's throne...
While the other forgets their days.

- A Solivagant's Shoes

“The low tide hits hard, a harsh reminder
Of how the sea can ebb and flow.”