I fought the waves, I fought the storms.
I went through the struggle of all forms.
Finally, I reach the shore,
It was not that exiting, the expectations were more.
Peace and quiet, the lonely hill,
I had no hunger, Life had no thrill.
I gazed at the ocean, so hard I fought,
This was going to be my home, or so I thought.
In the midst of the storm, I was truly alive,
The peace did not satisfy, I took a dive.
After all, the shore was false, false hope and false peace.
It was the sea which I needed, to find the missing piece.
Recovered and rested, I left the shore
For the shore was surely offering, but I needed more.
The waves, the storms, they kept me breathing,
I had no desire for warmth, I liked it freezing.
The thoughts need a direction, the heart needs a rhythm,
The thoughts of a scattered mind are too hard to fathom.
I was back in the sea, where I belonged,
That peace had no meaning, which I so longed.
It is not rest I need, but purpose,
For life is a melody and goals are the beautiful chorus.
Riding the waves with all my might
My mind steady and my heart light.
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