Surface Level

We skim the waves, sun blistering our faces, the surface a liar, a deceitful mirror of darker places. We think we know, we play the part, never probing the ocean’s heart.

To stay above is to stay sea sickly insane, comfort’s bubble surrounds our inflamed brains. No sharks to fear, no cold to chill, No truths to face, no need for will.

Yet deep below, where shadows roam, a weirder world claims its throne. Risk’s the price for wisdom’s gain, danger entwines with joy and pain.

For being smart is sometimes dumb, when fear of depth makes courage numb. And being dangerous, reckless, free, is as smart as it’s meant to be.

I wish I could stay at surface level, a well dressed cork dancing above the watery devil. But a voice below pulls, soft yet stark: “To truly live, you must leave a mark.”