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