The Sea

The journey only begins when we're dreaming,

but I haven't started rowing yet.

And every time I get close to the sea,

it goes far out to fatigue the waves.

I'm tied to the rock of despair,

so strong that it can only be an exaggeration.

 I've descended to the bottom of the sea where there is no light,

I never realised how beautiful its depths are.

Truths? Drowned in the sea.

Lies? Breathed in the air.

Lucky are the fish that swim under the sun.

Sad are those caught by the hook.

Treasure hidden by the sea,

that I'll never catch.

Transparent, like water,

that blinds the vision, but what a sorrow...

Getting rid of this darkness,

will be my last breath in this crowd.

The freedom that has been given to my hand,

will be a new peace that will be written on my heart.

When I saw the boat of life,

I realised at once that it had come for the hidden soul.

Is it too late to repent?

You only have to see to believe...