When the going gets tough...

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going
Literally please
There's no symbolism to ease your overcritical mind
Today symbolism can take a dive into a haystack and stay there, content and naive
Oh no, did I just personify?

Like darkness deepening upon darkness
Toughness percolating into your inner core and furthering its departure 
If you read into 'going' a sense of leaving 
And 
Not flowing.
See I didn't really mean to
But  had to
Bring in comparisons
Is poetry anything without drawing parallels between the moon and the silver stream?
Or reading into the ordinary
What's beyond the familiar
Punning and playing 
With words like going.

It's a huge cityscape 
Throbbing with  life and lonesomeness,
There's a friend there
A colleague here
Your parents there 
The employer here...
In your mind in your soul
The wonderous wit
You can never own.

And the potential sweetheart who's

Always there
Never here..

I found the people I'd grow with
The people I'll race with against time
The people with whom the going does get tough;
With minds abuzz 
Eyes agog
The fever of the earth 
In their forthright firm strides.

Inspired and apprehensive,
Of the sea 
Literally no more please
Inspired by the sea of strivers
And apprehensive too
I skip a beat 
Miss a step
And take awkward incomplete trials to succeed.

But towards the end of the day
The sea has swathed me
It's no more about the 'I' in the sea 
But the sea in me
I've soaked in its strength, it's stride, it's fury
Where goes it's calm, where goes the breeze
Does this sea of people sit down to think?
Is there a moment of ease?
But ofcourse

The tough gets going

Flowing into us seamlessly
Hardening our exterior
It's the wet sand in which it sinks
The water in which it drowns
The breeze in which it is lulled to sleep.