i wrote this at the beach.

Even though there are 50 million people here, nothing compares to the silence I experience. There are sounds, but no noise. Nothing produced unnaturally or artificially.

Although I know facts about your filthiness and I'm sitting less that half a mile from pollution billowing smoke stacks, something about your power makes me feel as though I'm being cleansed. You're ready to swallow me whole, engulf me in your vastness.

I'll be still.
I won't fight back if you take me with you.
I'll be steal.

Your strength reminds me of a story I heard once. About the life of a little wave who upon approaching the shore was apprehensive, was fearful that this was the end of his journey. I don't remember exactly how it goes but I know he rejoiced at the end, because as he was brought back to sea a new destination lied ahead.

I won't move, I'll be steel.
Take me with you, I'll be steal.
Make me strong, I'll be steel.

Tough enough not to bend when I approach a journey's end, but rejoice at the voice of something new to begin. It's calling me to leave, I've been called by the sea. Beckoning me to leave the shore, telling me there's so much more.

Carried by the waves, encapsulated in their silence. I'm so open-minded that I'm closed off to the rest of the world. Existing in my own as if I'm the only girl.

Cleanse me in your waters. Make me stainless as steel. I know in your vastness there's the power to heal. The properties in your chemical make-up induce me to chill.

I'm too hype, I gotta chill.
Where's the ice, I need to chill.
This man's wife gave me chills, so I stared at her a little longer. I figured she could teach me to be stronger. But the puppeteer's hand changed the angle of my sight. One day I think I'll have the ability to control the direction of my life.

A torn soul leads me to write.
A torn ligament leads to strife.
A torn bra strap ends the night, "but I don't think anyone can tell girl!"

She doesn't feel secure so we gotta go home. I don't feel secure so I stay on the shore. Listening to the waves whisper "there's gotta be more".