Ocean Floor

They call the ocean another world, alien-like. Aren't we like the ocean?

Cast me into the ocean and so I'll float out to sea, 

but then drown to get away from monotone melodies 

Life is the routine in which we all seem to say we live, 

but in reality, we're as peculiar as the ocean floor 

Dwelling in the depths, waiting to strike for our prey, 

with our teeth clenched tight like the hand on the knife 

Cast me into the ocean and so I'll float out to sea, 

to get away from the predators that wish to come for me 

Author's Note

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