When i feel lost,
I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful,
I simply walk on the beach.
The seasalt air circles me,
Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
My bare feet stand in gentle waves, swirling around my ankles.
I look out, or up, or everywhere, and I see it;
But it’s not just the ocean - it’s nature.
It’s important, it’s sublime, it’s not me.
I’m just an insignificant part of this scene;
The dot you miss on the canvas.
But when I look out over the crashing waves,
And I see endless blue as far as i could possibly imagine,
I believe in everything.
I can write a poem, or a song, or anything that I’ve ever thought possible
Because if the ocean is that endless, that serene
Then anything I do because of it will be the same.