Women Cause Storms, But Men Cause Earthquakes

Blow, cold wind, over this bleak shoal ;
Where waves shake the reef, with a rattle and roll.
Inevitable reaction /
Emotional retraction ;
Off a short pier I’ve taken a lengthier stroll.

Every beach loses grip to a land that seems stable,
And we try to stand firm to extents that we’re able.
But the ground breaks away
(Even gold cannot stay)
And we’re left with a story… a memory… a fable.

The turbulent ways of a wandering heart -
Like the land, or the sea, and the chaos to start.
In a life far too brief,
It just beggars belief,
As we struggle to navigate through to our part.