Salty water, drifty waves

Shady mountains, too high to face

The view is misty, filtered for mindfulness 

Sky is charming, what a bless

 

The far I receive, the more I believe

The sea has no limit, and I’m fine not to trim it

The soft glowing harbors are trying to break through

the border of fog between me and the clue

that there’re infinit sorts of blue in this scene

a mystical theme in a real life dream

 

Splashing noises, the power of the ocean

no human voices, no need for choices

waiting for the..

nothingness

the stars to dress

the darkened surface

 

Soon a tiny boat appears on the side 

Embarking for its little mission 

within the silence of the night

To touch the humans greatest anxiety 

Being left alone with our untold destiny

 

For what is he fishing out there tonight?

For who is he committing to the fight?

Will he be pleased with what he stood up for?

Or will he be driven, to go for more?

Might the ocean be bored

of what’s repeating night over night?

or will it witness the fisherman

To get tired of his fight?

 

Cause once the boat is leaving the ground

the purpose of it’s trip could be already found

Grounded by this simple idea

There is no need for an outcome to appear

 

Like a song wich intention isn’t clear

But always stays music in your ear.