Chronicle of a struggle

The tide is forbidden and the sea is green
Shifting before the pattering breeze
Of water and of air, the two united in piece of heart
Together a union that creates immeasureable gaps
What things before the beating of nature can compare?
Unyield and never stopping, if only for the bounds and leaps
That which cannot yield permanent results, ever move is hindered and hints
Loss and gains are but a comparable feat to living itself
Nothing but a gallant desire to be claimed in a full on binding
Wrapped in invisible threads with only a wish that hopeless does not win
What bonds that stand strong and yet fall short
No limit to sacrifice, as long as one is willing
No limit to falling, as long as one can swim
No limit to blindless, as long as one strives to see
With each step there is an equal measure of failure
Gains and loss are a thing of mere placement
The silent will suffer
The sufferers shall log each pain
The pained strive to endure
The enduring will pack on weight
The weighted shall fail
Such is a continuing Chronicle of a struggle.