You turn your head and look at me.
I can see the ocean in your eyes.
What happens to the waves after they crash?
The shells are tossed and thrown against the shore,
But underneath the wrath of the sea,
Is peaceful bliss.
I look back at you and ask,
“What are we doing here?”
We throw shells into the ocean
Hoping that the pain drifts away along with the waves
But all we are left with is
Because the waves that once crashed in your eyes
Disappear to become one with the wrath of the ocean.
And if we never gain the courage to dive deep enough,
All we will know is what we see,
And never will we achieve
The peaceful bliss of the ocean.