The world around us is like to one grand sea,
An enormous place where not everyone knows me.
But I still view this place as an opportunity,
Where, if you so wished it, you could be a tree.
I also perceive this world as inspiration waiting to take flight.
After all, my best stories have always hid and waited until I have tucked myself in tight,
Then gleefully reveal themselves to me in a vivid dream during the night.
In the morning, they earn their wings and flutter about my mind as I write, write, write.
This is why, to me, every little nook and cranny of this ‘sea’ is irreplaceable.
It makes me truly believe that all my wildest dreams – and fears – are faceable.
Even though it often gently reminds me that my fate is inescapable,
My will to change the future events in my life is unbreakable.
However, this world can also be a chore,
So frustrating that I want to punch through a door.
Or such an absolute and utter bore,
That the lack of anything to do or see leaves me numb to my core.
The people here can also be rude,
Causing me to do nothing but stare into space and brood.
Even though I try not to be like those individuals, horrid and crude,
My hate still occasionally eats me alive as if I am food.
Yet, despite all the negativity aimed at my self-confidence like a dart,
I still believe that this world is a beautiful work of art.
For every time I give up on life, I’m given another start,
A restart on the race to finding the true happiness that sleeps in my heart.