The Sea

Under the sea of indifference and inaction, having not yet learned how to swim and rise their heada above the surface, breathing in their poisonous environment through the gills of despair, only floating endlessly in the tide of mediocrity. Not knowing of the fresh breeze, the purest of airs that fuels the life, passion and inspiration. The burning sensation, that gives fear and shakes your soul is the taste of true liberty. Under our muddied waters we cover not wishing to be burnt or free forever looking, wondering at the endless surface, the infinitely thin border to be free in the sea.