Waves be crashing on the rocks
Eagerly leveling it's play
Waves be born once again
Just like the other day

Don't struggle if it hits you
Or you'll drown
Be calm just like the sky
And it will treat you like it's own

Horizon is a myth, it's just to see
And never a place to be
Unlike the stars
But there you can never be

Ocean is one with one too many a name
It's just another storm, hence, so insane
Hold on tight it's going to be a rough one
And don't worry you'll get to see the sun

The Ocean is wise
it knows where to shore
Don't take it for granted
it can destroy you to the core

There's an ocean in you too
Which you don't know of
You'll figure it out soon
And won't be lost

she was strong
an she was bold
her words were as
pure as gold
her skin was young
but her tongue
was wise
and her eyes
were as beautiful as the skies
she was strong
and she was bold
and words were as pure as gold.

I find happiness within a confined box
No one from the outside world cares to knock
This box is to old an brittle
I'm
To wise,
To nimble
To peek out into the outside world

So I sit,
An crumble myself into a tight fit
In a fetal position
With toes tight
Reserved to only an inch
My face stuck in between my lap
My hands hugging my back

Pigeons swarming around my box
I constantly scream
There's not a soul to touch or take
For heaven is where my soul will take

If you stay in one place
with no burden on your shoulders
other than that of life
then you will live
slow and steady
some days hard
some days nice
no shame in that life

But if you travel
with a burden on your back
its weight
will draw you to others
they to will carry hardships
they wont share yours
but they will share theirs
and from their story
you can learn
you can learn much from them
the people who aren't scholars
they who aren't great men
who aren't great anything
who are the opposite
broken hurt and beaten
they who are bruised
though they aren't noble
they are wise
in only the way that a broken man can be wise

It is from them
more so than from books
that you can learn about the journey
that we call life

Her: What will you do next?...
Him: Oh, it's always the same ****** question,every time...
Her: What do you mean?
Him: Everybody's the same really... when you think about it... it's not about what your doing or going to do..... it's how you prepare..
Her: Prepare for what?.. exactly?
Him: Prepare weather or not to make the next decision on this journey you would call, life.. or leave it to fate.. if you believe in that sort of thing that is...
Her: And do you believe in 'fate'?...
Him: I suppose we are about to find out.

A wise man speaks when he needs to.

*A smart man speaks when he wants to.