Oxymoron

Some day many dreams will pass away

Some day all the still will come to play

Everywhere you look it can be found

Everywhere, everywhere, all around

Somehow it sees, but it is blind

Somehow it thinks but has no mind

Though it never was, it never will be

It always is and always will be

Sometimes it stops but never ends

Sometimes while ending it begins

Constantly dying in the sea

Constantly seeming to be free