I could be the ocean
and that idea frightens me,
but if I think more openly,
I can begin to agree
that I could be the sea.
Troubled waters won\'t set my mind free
and I can feel a storm building inside of me,
while I try to sleep
so maybe,
I am the ocean
and maybe this is just a hyperbole
or an extended metaphor,
but can I win this war
If I\'m falling through a trap door
that I can so clearly see?
Not me.
Maybe the idea of honesty is easier than an actual truth,
because my lies imply I\'m in disguise
from my own soul...
Have I lost all self-control?
I cannot be the Ocean.
The Ocean works as one;
It\'s connected to the land
And reflects the midnight sun.
It\'s chaos and serenity;
a balance I\'d like to own,
but because I work alone,
that desire is merely an undertone.
-m.