We connect, we learn, we make moves

And as we do, we become sooothed

With the notion we have discovered

Enough about others to make rough

Sketches in our minds which form

Outlines which can make us forlorn



Or perhaps - can help us see truths

Which may be part of a greater loop

And thus - will make us surmise

We don't wish to have such a prize

For when we came to that point

Which provided us a way to anoint



A fuller sharing of the pattern

We'd established as we'd gotten

Closer in minds and even hearts

To making yet a brand new start

We suddenly realized in a streak

We had come to, and past, the peak

  

And anything which now evolved

Is something which'll be unsolved

For life goes on as it did before

As we know there'll be other shores

Which will provide us with surfs

Upon which - will be other turfs



- Tristram