Cracks spread like wildfire, each new step causes a million different branches.

Add the eight billion people on this planet and the cracks become unrecognizable.

It will never end, just like we will never know where it started.

The cracks become a journey into the future just like it is a journey into the past.

Look both ways but never understanding where it will go or where it came from.

People can be cracks. No one person will ever truly know the other, because, just like we don't know the past and the future; we don't know the cause and effect.

If one person starts as a whole crack but another grows into it, what's the difference?

We will never know,

there might be a map to see the issues and struggles,

but,

really,

only the individual knows the way to the treasure.
It's locked away and hidden for a reason.

Cracks spread like wildfire, unpredictable and dangerous,

but,

only you have the power to stop it.

If trust is a piece of paper tied to a rock thrown in the ocean,

I am the waves pulling it down.

Each futile attempt at grabbing the rock goes unnoticed.

The waves only priority is to keep the ocean on it's current.

Despite rain or hail,

sunshine or gale,

the waves continue on it's endless journey.

If one is forced into a role for eternity, wouldn't the job consume you?

Wouldn't the role become a second nature?

The waves,

constantly pulling and pushing,

never once staying still.

Why wouldn't the waves want to stay still? Isn't staying still easier than constantly using that energy?

Day in and day out,

every attempt at solace goes unnoticed.

Why?

The waves,

constantly on the move,

a second nature.

If trust is a piece of paper tied to a rock and thrown in the ocean,

I am the waves pulling it down.

Desperate attempts at pulling the rock goes unnoticed,

it's become a second nature.