MISSION
Each wave rushing forth to the shore, has a secret wrapped in its core, A mission of its own. Each wave springs forth from, the same womb of the ocean, With time leave its dark depths, and rise to great heights, gracefully mingling with the other siblings, They work hand in hand to accomplish their mission. No cut throat competition, no pretense, no false notions, except the pull, the urge, to rush forward, to move ahead, in unison. Man, on the other hand, has forgotten, his common source, He rushes in life, chasing illusions, He rips, he raves, he rapes, Obsessed with delusions, He gradually, forgets his true mission.
