Mankind has always dreamed
Of exploring the depths of the sea
The creatures waiting to be found
There was no way to reach, to dive that deep
Or so it seemed.
Until someone managed
To dream bigger than everyone.
To dream to the extreme.
And made it happen
Only to find that he was disadvantaged.
He found nothing.
He found a plastic, cursed, underwater world.
He found carcasses that, when ripped open,
Old, rotten bottle caps burst through, gushing.
He returned to the surface
And saw a beach
That, from afar, was paradise.
He looked closer and found what mankind caused.
Once explorers, now destroyers.
Human beings are selfish,
They lay around, waiting for change.
Until they finally realize, too late
All the man-made errors.
The plastic sea
Finds its way to our bodies
We beg for change.
But it’s too late
There is no answer to our plea.
No matter how much we apologize
And weep over our mistakes,
There is no way to turn back.
It’s a dead end, unchangeable.
No matter the cries.
We return back to 2018, to the present.
The path we’re taking is a dark one indeed.
But we haven’t reached a dead end yet.
There’s still hope and dreams
To be met.
Hope and dreams
Can change our story
Can produce new paths,
And new extremes.