Though an ocean wave recedes after a while
It’s never truly gone
Like a warning that may or may not be fulfilled
Pushing you into a limbo
by erasing all the certainties
It waits to hit you again
Nobody knows how long it’d wait
Or may I say how short you’ve got left
Until the next one hits
They’re all the same and yet wildly different
But they’re ocean waves for sure
Far more dangerous than something concluding, like a fire
Those who control them,
are they aware of their influence?
I think not, else they’d stop it,
perhaps
How do you fight this faceless enemy
Who assumes your own identity
Based on the same reflection that you rely upon
Do you have it in you to fight yourself?
Take a chance with destruction?
Take a chance to differentiate within?
Not everyone hates the waves
Some enjoy the thrill, some even thrive
And for some it’s just a part of life
Could be a Contender 