Our hearts are like the ocean, with depths some just can't reach.
They gaze upon the surface, and stand upon its beach.
They take in the horizon, where the water meets the air..
And ponder on its vastness, as the wind blows through their hair.

Some are afraid to touch it, for fear they won't survive..
Thinking if they enter in, they won't come out alive.
Spending their life observing, they can't bring themselves to wade..
While wondering what they're missing, and why they're so afraid.

Some cast pebbles, one by one, to watch the circles spread..
Causing small disruptions, like the...