Looking at the deep ocean,
Skimming my hand on the surface,
Too afraid what lays below,
I watch others dive head first ,
But most of the time they come back,
But some stay under,
Those that came back. Change
Looking At the deep ocean Skimming my hand on the surface,
You can see the top clearly
That where people like to stay
But my curiosity gets a hold of me
Wondering what is in the blue mass.
