She is like a wave the way she breaks and formulates.
Calm and crazy change of state.
She moves in her own ways,
consistently different,
but the motion seems familiar to me.
Too far gone and lost at sea.
High and ready to break down.

I’m sure she’ll always bring me back to land.

It is not wise to embrace the Boabak tree,
alone.
Wisdom is found within the depths of caves dark and silent.
Wrap your arms around knowledge,
and your fingertips will never touch one another.
Nobody is born wise.
Why?
Filled with pride and ego,
no room for wisdom.
What you learn is what you die with,
war has no eyes.