You were a breeze and I was the ocean,
And though you made me stir,
Sometimes you were so light I forgot you were there.

I'm sorry I thrashed around and made a scene.
I'm sorry I'm ambivalent and uncontrollable.
I'm sorry I'm invasive and encompassing.

Sometimes you'd get my waves to flow
To your draft.
It's too bad you can't ensure that will always be the case.

That's the thing with nature and us;
Whatever is natural just happens.
Is that why we aren't?

The ocean just is,
And the breeze just is.
I can't tell you how much it hurts that you don't blow along my shores,

Or that you'll probably leave me thrashing,
Stormy and blue after all of this.
I can't explain how it feels like the ocean is in my eyes.

You can see and feel an ocean
And you can only feel the breeze;
We continually differ and that's why I'll leave.

So you'll continue on as a breeze;
You make pick up wind and rustle leaves,
But someday you'll calm down and become light again.

It scares me that I'll still be able to feel gusts of you,
But I won't be able to ever fully grasp you.
This is why it is within my nature to not love what I cannot touch.