Sometimes when I’m alone I like so sit and just pretend
I’m floating on a wave inside a sea that never ends.
An ocean made of memories and dreams and space and time,
that’s colored like a rainbow of kaleidoscopic shine.
I pretend that I’m a part of everything that ever was,
of history, and yet to be, of moons and distant suns.
I pretend that everyone who’s ever lived and everything
are lyrics of a simple song the ocean breezes sing.
I pretend that planet Earth and every other world and star
are sparkles on the top of waves that break and drift apart,
to shine atop their surface and reflect into a sky
that’s cradled in a kind of love which we cannot describe.
I pretend to talk to god, and every answer that I seek
is found inside the perfect feeling that I am complete…
…just a wave that’s floating in a sea without an end,
where everything is me and I am all that I pretend.