On Hazy Tides

A covenant made By passing exchange The only certainty is oblivion Made my terms on this floating enigma Curious things falling in line As naturally as the whispers of waves I seek the burdens That cause my dismay Life is but a vision A cultivation of ideas A currency for trade And you Are but a thought Trading precious moments For trinkets For status The comforts given Are endless Made my terms on this floating enigma A covenant made A passing exchange The only certainty is oblivion Curious things falling apart As naturally as the crashing of waves I seek the burdens That cause my dismay Life is but a vision A cultivation of ideas A currency for trade And you Are but a thought