The strange tide

The ocean of mind

Is the home of mine

It is a strange sea

One that should never be

Only rarely:

It tosses

It turns

It ruptures

It swells

oft times

Static it sleeps

Featureless it's surface

Endless is it's impenetrable depth

What lies beneath is hidden

Dark

Crushed by the weight of above

It hides, subconscious

But influencing the tides above

What lies in the dark is mystery

It is a puzzle for the mind

To unravel and solve

To fix the ocean tide