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The Ocean

The Ocean

Published Aug 18, 2025 Updated Aug 18, 2025 Poetry and Songs
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The Ocean



I feel my feet kick off the ground,

A gentle push up, not to be drowned.

Total silence at this bottom end,

While Archimedes helps me ascend.

I barely gulp some oxygen,

Too much pressure in this dungeon.

Complete darkness all around me,

Even my own bubbles I cannot see.


[Chorus]

I am rising, a bit anxious,

Moving up, I am suspicious.

But skyward clarity lifts my spirit,

Powerful thrust to which I commit.


Face up, back down in dark waters,

I am rising towards what matters.

Outside’s echoes strangely muffled,

As I rush up to the surface, scuffled.

Air grows rich and my lungs expand,

While the pressure recesses and my pulse stand.

The sky is a faint halo of light,

As I keep soaring with all my might.


[Chorus]

I am rising, a bit anxious,

Moving up, I am suspicious.

But skyward clarity lifts my spirit,

Powerful t

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