Sometimes I think there is no surface to be breached;
that the ocean is infinite above me and infinite below me.
Sometimes I think there is no destination to be reached;
that the future and the past alike have naught to show me.
Sometimes I think that every word of meaning in the world,
is a word that other voices have already spoken.
Sometimes I think these bubbles that enclose our lives-
these surface tension spheres - cannot be burst or broken.
Sometimes I think these random, dancing interactions
as we jostle side by side have deeper matter.
But sometimes I think we are no more than teeming water
in which the bubbles touch only briefly, and then scatter.