Aquatic metaphor poem
Large portions of the ocean,
remain unknown to the lay-men.
And even the more sciency types,
haven't been able to snipe.
The twisty things that swim and skim,
about the dark depths from brim to bottom.
It's often that we look out to the sea,
wondering if it has answers. Revelations.
To set ourselves free.
There's only time and tide in the way.
Do we stay or set sail?
Do we remain or chase whatever we call our white whale?