To me, the sea is alive.
Not just the life within the sea
but the sea itself.
It roars and rages with temper
or frolics and plays with glee
So many different colours
So many different sprees.

To me, the sea is alive.
Not just the life lived on the sea
but the sea itself.
Schizophrenia rules
Some days kind and gentle
Some days murderously cruel.

To me the sea is alive.
This means we should be wary.
Life is unpredictable
and the sea is down right scary.