From tyranny to tragedy,
Strong waves of ocean,
Moved a shell violently,
To the lake of devotion,
Upon it’s arrival,
Struggling for survival,
The animal within,
Realized it had no skin,
Where did it all begin?
When did it take a spin?
He crawled his mind in sin,
With his breath growing thin,
It began with a stride,
Riding water with pride,
But destination denied,
Resides, empty, a shell aside…
Luc Laverdure