Waiting on excitement is such a fickle thing
The wave comes in, lifts you up and leaves you
Before you’re able to assimilate what just happened
Why don’t we resent the ocean when it does the same?
Because we didn’t expect the wave to linger.
We resent excitement when it leaves us,
We feel abandoned, unworthy, broken even.
Not because it didn’t linger,
But because we expected it to stay.
We see it as a part of ourselves,
And without it we’re missing an arm,
No, the Wave was just being a wave.
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