The fog lifts away, to the oceans, of clear depth,

And his mind, boggling, with tides;

Of drenching into manifold visions, with thoughts; bickering,

His infinity, is not far, away.

His head, dancing wildly, to the metaphorical beats,

Upon the sand, does the feet still linger,

Starting, ahead, as minds, start thinking;

About long lost, tides, in oceans.

The sun, spits red, to the horizon, of clear view,

Obscured, by clouds, of deep and gray,

But, the mind, does smash, the walls,

And dances, towards, the infinite.