Standing on a secluded cliff,
Turning my eyes to the sea.
I tried to net with the smallest sniff
What freedom and oblivion may be.
The waves crashing onto the rocky shore
Each one inevitably fading away;
no longer being part of the bore
but instead washing over the cay.
I wonder how it feels giving up to the stream,
My lungs filled with endless devotion;
For I realize the waves crashing to be redeemed
Don´t matter as long as they`re part of the ocean.