You don’t know the color of the sky like you say you do
Looking out at the mountains you tell me
We are the ocean
And someday soon
We will fade and despite it
The sky will continue to exist

I think you’re wrong
And after you’ve given so much superiority to the sky
I find that I’d much rather be the ocean

Despite the trivial concept of the color blue
I beg to disagree with its insignificance

Because I’d much rather be a flood of circles,
round and dynamic with life
Than out live a notion of pure existence

I’d much rather be the sea than see your face while it mocks my mortality
I’d much rather be your laughter than sit within your mind
Where you dwell and mock my morality