Wondering how you got here
And how beautiful waves look, crashing overhead.
And you've always been told
That it's darkest before dawn
But then again you are seven miles down.
Shallow enough to hear the waves and glimpse the light.
Deep enough to touch the face of darkness.
In the towns, the drinks, the dreams we tread
There's a reason why we put relations with ships
Perhaps knowing they'll sink before we try to sail.
This sea will surely shake you to your core
It does not love you and it does not fear you
Sinking or swimming are all that you can do now.
How long will you hold your breath down here,
As the waves crescendo above you with possibility.
Down here, held in suspension above the bottom,
Weary and wary of loosing sight of the surface,
But tempting the thought all the same.
Waves are not meant to be your masters, remember,
This is not your end, the deep is not your grave, and
The ocean should never be your final home.
Oh my friend, how long have you been down here?
I would have you endure, swim if not for a bit longer.
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