The ocean is in here, vast and wild,
A stretch of mystery, both fierce and mild.
We dip our toes, and sometimes dive,
But how much do we really know, in a Life?
We whisper in the depths, our secrets untold,
The creatures that swim, the riches, the gold.
But I wonder, really, how much can we see
When we’re still so young in this endless sea?
We’ve charted the surface, mapped some terrain,
But how many lives, how many thoughts remain?
We claim to know, but the truth is this:
There’s always more we’ve yet to miss.
And so we wander, curious, unsure,
But with every wave, we grow more mature.
Because maybe the magic isn’t in the knowing,
But in the joy of the waves forever unfolding.