What can life become, ripples in a wast ocean, with the current driving you out to sea, or flowing deep with emotions, neverending unforgiving, but with some sunny days comes both sothing music and a quench for the seawater, no boat or sail, stuck in a twirl, time moves strange with the comming of specters none have seen nor will see, hope to see the shore were the light is clear and the sunset sets colours in our souls, never before seen miracles to blow wind in our hearts and more, those shores are there but the ocean is wast and unforgiving