"The Breath of the Ocean"

It doesn't matter how much you have been through. In the end it's up to you where you end and how much it takes its toll.

Dragged through and left in the dark mysterious rain,

taken on a journey of friends and foes,

mistrust and failure,

growth and expansion.

Hung out to dry on the neighbors clothesline,

heated by the iron,

and unwrinkled to be used again.

If children weep and bones do break,

then what is there left to do.

The inevitable will come,

and the weak will crumble in its path,

unknowingly giving it more power.

The prey it stalks will be the water it drinks,

the food that nourishes,

the oxygen it breathes.

Horror and sci-fi become mere genres,

there to be played by the players.

The endless counting of the clock erases the day slowly,

yet allows us to map out the uncounted numbers.

Embrace them like the child with its rattle.

Like the wind through the sky be free,

hold nothing back,

announce to the world your time when it comes.

Live.