Monday, January 02, 2006 | 5:32 AM

Time and tide wait for no one.

One overwhelms you with the grandeur of its sweeping movements, lethal in its breathtaking beauty. The other, passes unnoticed, as its swift pace leaves one further behind than one's shadow.

So tides bathe the castles till there is no more sand to be washed off. No more castles, no more sand.

And time has once again ravaged our souls, till they are hollow shells, to be filled up with the emptiness.

And so as the new day's rays burn through all those human chains we call relations, and imbue in them the golden strength of Apollo, maybe.. Tomorrow may just be a better day.

I cant help, but be disappointed that gold is apparently not strong enough to bind Hercules.

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