Waves crashing on mountain side ridges,
Slapping the side of the water as bubbles rise.
The rocks slowly disintegrate,
My soul is lost and in disguise.
I hope to grasp my own self again,
sometimes I just have no hope.
A bird flies above;
lighten strikes up in the sky.
A daze flying dove,
I find myself always asking why.
A hurricane brewed into my aura,
A tornado taking rage inside.
In the distance, a shore;
a mirage of broken dreams.
Why should I have hope,
If life is just a big epiphany.