Metaphor for Life

We emerge from an ebbing womb over a shallow beach,
As adults,
And as we walk away from the ocean –
Where we were conceived,
And I speak of conception as our childhood,
A murky past that isn't a part of us –
As adults,

We become younger and younger until we can't walk any further,
And we die.
Some of us die at high tide,
Others make it to the rocks,
Some venture into the woods.
Life is not linear,
Instead we circle about,
Some of us whirling out of control,
Some being dragged to the bottom of the ocean,
Sadly, only some washing to the shore.
And then the illusion of a linear life begins and ends.