he is as vast as an ocean,
and as deep as the depths away from the shore.
there aren't any boats for him,
nor a lighthouse to show where to go.
when he envisions,
ideas pass by like the wind,
rippling the waves rhythmically
but he fears a storm to ruin the pattern.
every day, the weather changes
sometimes blanketing the sky with haze.
distorting endless hues of blue,
like steam on a mirror.