I sit in the warm sand Reaching out my hand To the waves extending The ocean colors expanding
As a multitude of sea life emerges Colors interchange with the creatures My pupils dilate as I love what I see And yet I still fear the deep sea
As inside the cerulean ocean There's not enough oxygen For all the raw human emotion
Within these waters rest monsters That will absorb all my deep desires
As I sit in the warm sand Reaching out my hand To the beauty I can't comprehend
I could simply dip my toes But what if I sink in as easily as water flows The deeper And Deeper It goes
the colder it gets Will it swallow me up with all my regrets? Will it let me be and make me never forget?
How do I neglect my fears and be free? How am I supposed to drown in order to breathe?