The sounds of wisdom

Oh my little conch,
what is it that I can hear you say,
yes I hear, as it becomes clearer,
you have come to speak the music of life.                       

The sounds of the seas come floating to me,
those waves of memories come rushing near,            
each wave has a story to remind
or a new story yet to hear.                          

A tale you are yet to believe,
a person you are yet to meet, 
a friend you are yet to know,
a place you are yet to go.

The wonder of it all may seem,           
so beautiful and yet so much like a dream,
so ephemeral, that you cant touch it so,
try it, and there it goes.           

The tingling, though alien seems nice,
the novelty, you want to feel it twice,
the feeling, its so hard to let go,
but its life, you learn to do so.         

You may never realize,
the day you learn to forgive,
the day you let go of everything,
the day you learn to live.               

What I speak may be right,
or who knows maybe wrong,
but right or wrong cease to exist,
the day the material needs are gone.

You may live to survive,                  
or are surviving to live,
they're like 2 peas,you may say,
but aye they are two different things.                         

All this seems so difficult to understand,           
it would be nothing but impossible to live, 
but trying is never wrong my dear friend,                        
the effort is what matters,it all comes back to you at the very end.     

The farther the waves moved from the shore,
lost in deep thought I lay,           
trying to make sense of everything that was said,               
as the waves slowly ebbed away.