Some days they’re strong and others they’re not,

They can’t control their own plot.

Those ocean waves are but a marionette,

To what ever disturbes them yet.

The poor ocean being used and abused,

While not being able to punish the accused.

Her waves are never orderly anymore,

Always high or always low like a war.

Her want to be free from control,

Is overpowered by her inability to in a whole.

So she takes it all in,

The hurt and the happiness with a grin.

Forgetting the one who caused it all,

The moon which is too far to hear her bawl.

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