Imagine

Imagine being in the Pacific Ocean

Miles and miles of open sea

Just you on a small boat, alone

You see someone in the distance floating

Of course you help them and bring them aboard

They seem so kind hearted at first, you trust them

You wake up one day with your life perservers missing and you are alone again

They stole from you

You think to yourself, it is ok, I still have a boat to float on

You are floating once again in the vast ocean

Another person is seen in the distance

This person is different, surely you can try to meet someone new again

You help and pull them on your boat

They are funny and even nicer than the person before

You trust them

You wake up one day with all your food missing and you are alone again

They stole from you 

You think to yourself, it is ok, I still have a fishing pole so I can fish for food

This cycle repeats over and over, till soon, you are left with nothing, just an empty boat

You start to wish for sharks to come and finish you off

But even those wishes are left unfullfilled

You start to wonder if all wishes you make are meant to be left empty, just like your boat

The sun beams down and burns through your anatomy

Hot with anger yet so hot you feel welded in place

The ocean water hitting the side of the boat gently as if it was teasing you

Still no land in sight but you began to pretend it was there

As if pretending the boat was headed toward some shore would help keep your sanity

Now stop imagining

Who were the people you took onto your boat?

What was it they stole?

What goal did the land represent?

Are you still floating on a boat along, in the middle of the ocean?