Go against the blue,

Blindy and boldly.

The rolling rush,

The cooling muss.

 

Go quickly before it takes you,

Mindlessly and coldly.

The growing clashes,

The colliding masses.

 

Go now with the warning: it is not only the billows but the ripples too.

They do not roar the rushes of what to do

They simply guide the mind back to what it is used to.

Back to shore,

Along with the societal arranged norm misapprehension,

To the culture of proclaimed uniform Emersons.

 

Tell me, friend, what do You stand for?

Is it something you can find from your screen heart?

Is it something you can text remark to me?

 

Answer me, friend,

Don’t You want to seek,

Don’t You want to be so much more?

For there is a world beyond what can be seen or heard,

Beyond the items connected to a cord,

Beyond the items that can be scrolled.

 

If You have nothing to stand for,

You will never break through.

As an onlooker a follower a sufferer of the sea, I am begging You

Do not listen to the bodies of self-reliant thieves

Unless you want to be taken by your feet and

Taken to lie by souls shells who that are buried beneath

 

If You have nothing to stand for,

You will fall for anything.

Scraping your knees, echoing the lies you are worshipping.

That for the sea cultured happiness will be by your side,

you must drown the insides to fit with the outside.

 

Please, don’t be like me and seize at the sea.

For there is so much more to be seen, there are more beautiful things.