I’ve spent my life
On searching for the end of the ocean
Only to find beacons lighting the way
Asking me to travel further
I do not know when to stop, but, I know
In that I lost hope and inkling of doubts surface
On the waters and crash with the sailing moon
As the horizon comes with the life on planet Earth
Survival of the fittest, doesn’t matter
We all come alive in the face of happiness
People do better when they are happy
And they are fitter and more productive
Falling in love
And finding calmness at the depth of the ocean
With resonant gems in the way, the jewel is lost in time
I wish I sold myself to slavery instead