Endless, true, rising, and fatal.

These are the things that you are.

I can’t see your end at the horizon.

I can’t find land.

True because your heartless.

Senseless and non-empathetic.

Rising because of us.

So blind to your truth and importance.

Bound by laze and progress:

Oxymoron, but correct.

Finally, fatal.

Fatal because your endlessness could drive a lesser man mad.

Fatal because your truth could strike so precisely; deep into someone’s heart.

Fatal because we’re killing ourselves with you; Drowning our shores in your blanket of cool water.

Nevertheless, we need you. We need aqua’s glorious life to prevail. Just don’t go easy on us. You’ll be dead if you do.