How simple life would be
If one could know which crest
Was better than the rest,
Which peak would carry them away
To endless happiness each day.
But life is cruel and slow at best.

One gives one's soul and heart.
Another takes it in.
And says the things he wants to hear,
Lifting high upon the wave
His hopes and dreams so brave.
Yet someone else is still too near.

Which crest will she now choose
In which to take her rest?
What path does she pursue?
Which dream will finally take control?
Whose love has she, inside her soul,
That calls her up when passion's due?

"Do not confuse them with each other!
One is love. It's not the other!",
Words ringing hollow in his mind
As one dream crashes in the night
And two writhe panting, out of sight,
Her Goal left carelessly behind.

One must choose a wave in life
And take what comes, whatever strife.
She cannot crouch between the peaks
And live the thrill of riding both,
Since she has given her betroth.
Tear not, my heart, in two...
As she, her true love seeks.