Days, months, endlessly changing
We stay here, mindlessly aging
    Stuck in our lives
        Humanity waning
Purpose and hope steadily draining

Always thinking about that future day
Where we think life would go the right way
    Only tomorrow
        No more today
How long can our joy be delayed?

Only ourselves and only our sea
Only what we’re expected to be
    But there’s many droplets
        That we did not see
Waiting for the day we can say we’re happy

I can conclude that we’re not aware
That meaning comes from the joy we share
    We should stop waiting
        We should start to care
For there is quite a large world out there

— OrcasTogether