Gently does the ebbing tide
Shape the coast of your existence
Jagged though it may be in places
Beaches of harmony do exist

The elements seek to mould your soul
In ways that they deem fit
Find your identity, let it shine
Repel the forces keeping everyone in line

In this game of manipulation
The very mind is a prison
Memories can be resurfaced and
Imposed upon the imagination

Bonds of trust are tested
Definitions of love demanded
Obscure relationships analyzed
Time to induce desperation

The source of truth keeps shifting
Truthfulness of propositions notwithstanding
Deceitful and diabolical designs play out
In minds unaccustomed to being lined out

Assumption upon assumption they lead you on
Invalidating every one every now and then
Forced to draw the line somewhere one is led
Into believing a story that was never read

The very core of one’s soul is questioned
Every inconsistency exploited
A non-linear response is expected
The torture never ends

A silver lining there may yet be
The state space of values is identified
There is hope in the expectation
Life is valued for surviving against all expectation.