Echo

There are waves that rise in me and find its way somewhere.
Where exactly is unknown to me but some place that probably exists.

I wait for them to come back to me but they seem to be lost in the sea
I send them out with the hope that they’ll find their intended shore.
But where is that place remains unknown to me.

The thoughts, the messages, the desperate cries,
In order to find resonance, everything I have tried.

These waves probably never meant to come back,
To become one with the ocean was their destiny all along.

This cryptic universe has stored it all in,
What I have sent out will surely touch you, when you are ready to take the fill.