(written in 2004)

The sea is crazy ,

it makes one feel lost into it.

When life seems hazy,

it's the place where to feel fit.

As sunset approaches near,

the sea gulls go brandishing the fish they catch;

which seems a charm so dear.

The horizon then fades the day tinge it loves to snatch.

When the turbulent waves settle in peaceful silence,

to send spine chilling worries of one's sense;

the blending hues of night . . . 

mingled with full moon fright,

cast macabre shadows of the sea so immense.

When still being lost into it,

the sea asks the purpose of one's life . . .

"I have purposes to serve to a greta limit,

what's yours and how far will you thrive?!"

Yielding the thoughts into the sea's depths,

makes one realise . . . *what will become of life* . . . 

Pondering over it in various steps,

makes the person discover the ends towards the cliffs it paves;

as if to extract one's future from it's waves . . .