Only the Rising Sun

Like the tides my personality pulsed,
But no more upon the shore than on the boats in waiting,
Just a steady sway of this or that or what would one day be,
And now I wonder if I even have a past at all.
So I set sail to the crystalline winds of discovery,
No longer shall I consider the common current.
I imagine I will eventually find what I am looking for,
But there is no haste nor strategy,
Only the rising sun.