I once met a fish who forgot
what it was like to swim.
So it stayed in the river,
waiting for the waves to come to it.

The trees told me,
"Stop looking for a way out."
But I didn't hear them-
I was too busy listening
to the wind ask me why I was still standing still.

One day, I realized
the ocean had always been inside me,
but I was too busy looking at the shore.