The Tide and The Sea

The tide turns a silhouette of change.
The resistance upon my face.
Forcing me to spin around.
Down to where I'll stay.
For now.
For what?
For this is why I pray.
New years, new fears.
With distant unapologetic ears.
Time has most certainly taken it's toll.
Rolling through the lowest of lows.
But as for now, I try to see.
What lies ahead.
The tide.
The sea.