"The Ocean"

On the never-ending ocean
filled with life we cannot see
We take our endless journey
as we sail to be free.

There's such a wake behind us
but it is filled by the sea
it abandons our brief passage
as it had never been.

We erect our giant buildings
and create our great machines
but time rules all the ocean
and it rules everything.

We build our pyramids and towers
We make our tributes to the gods
but there's never a reaction
and they never even nod.

We can make our noble records
they don't mean a thing
The sea doesn't need a story
it gives life and then it sings.


Written on the crossing from Patra to Ancona