Often times, we are left broken by the pier.
Weathered and Finally Alone.
With the only thing in front of us
Is this cold ocean.
And the thoughts that matches it's tone.

Sometimes, we are led to a road to nowhere.
But I went on this expedition.
with you so lovingly in my mind.
I wanted to make art, before we said our goodbyes.

To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
That's the message that kept me believing.
That's the feeling that kept me alive.
No. That's the riddle to finally living my life.

I step forward, looking at this vast ocean.
You may no longer be there, bracing the emotions with me.
But.. I can feel you next to me.
Watching me, as we have hopefully arrived.