Lost and Found

How I yearn for the lonesome sea
rushing, roaring, rolling perpetually
What does it ponder? what does it pray?
Is there hope or just dismay?
Alive n' kicking or plain frustrated
Are its dramatics authentic or narrated?
Is the blue sky its only audience?
Colouring it with its own moods and vibrance?
How I wish I were lost in the breeze
No voice, no murmur, no 'thanks you', no 'please'
Dance if I could with all that is me
Joining the sea and the sky, break free!
Languages abound but I want no words
Just want to drown in a sense of purpose...

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