The surface whispers, “Keep on the ground,” Where all is safe and sound. But I am drawn to waters deep— Where hidden truths and answers sleep. I let the water take my edges, Let the ripples rearrange. Meaning forms like drifting constellations— Stars beneath the waves, estranged. Under the surface… deeper I find Worlds unfolding in the oceans of my mind. Currents carry questions I can’t leave behind— In the ocean of my mind, I am searching for myself… Memory swims in shifting patterns, Old ink bleeding into blue. Shipwrecked truths lie half-forgotten— Fragments from a younger view. Currents carry questions through the deep, While whales have secrets in their keep Schools of thought in darkness shine— Fears circle slow in the darker brine. Deeper and deeper— but not too deep… (Still need to breathe…) Still the dark keeps shaping questions, And every question shapes the new. Under the surface… deeper I find Worlds unfolding in the oceans of my mind. Currents carry questions I can’t leave behind— In the ocean of my mind, I am searching for myself… The whales are chanting from below, A truth too deep for words to know. The sharks glide past like shadowed fear— Yet even they belong down here. Who am I in the shifting tide? What remains when I step inside? Every dive reveals a different view— Bringing me closer to what’s true. Under the surface… deeper I find Worlds unfolding in the oceans of my mind. Every question drifting in the rising tide— In the ocean of my mind, I am searching for myself… Searching for myself… In the ocean of my mind… I am searching for myself. In the ocean of my mind… I am searching… searching… for myself.
