As the lone shores
That wait for waves,
I wait for the turbulence of life.
The calmness of the waters,
The inadequacy of tidal waves,
The brooding silence of the sea
Drives me crazy.
Let the sea rise,
And unleash anger on the sands—
I care not for the consequences.
Just give me a break
from the monotonous quietitude.
As the quiet oyster
On the sea bed,
I wait for the grain of sand.