When did I let this vocation of mine?
Which I've worked so hard for
Become the main reason and meaning of me?
When exactly did it happen
That my passion slipped and fell to the ground
Like the seasons passing on an endless tree?
I said I wouldn't forget once I had
I said many things of myself back then
Be it most confident or most arrogantly
A vow is a vow to those who uphold
But what are the words to the man within?
Who forgets himself in his own externalties
The ocean is why I wish to create
Look at the depths
Feel the weight
When you’re lying on the bottom reef
The pressure is immaculate
And you cannot wait
To taste the newness of each breath
Surrounded by salt
And the slow falling sand
Like the snow of the sea
So the freshness in your eyes cannot wait
To be both above and then below again
And that is why I wish to create
Like the ocean sands which are underneath
And not like the hot sands beneath our feet