A sea of troubles covers all the world,
So many that opposing does not end
A single one without revealing more;
More things to fix, more people to appease,
More wars to end, more tyrants to condemn,
More oceans, mountains, creatures to protect,
Some human, some untamed, and some unknown.
We break our backs to make and fix and break,
And, like the artist's work, each try is flawed.
So dig into the ocean with your hands,
So try and fix the problems we create.
As we are flawed, the Great Equation says,
Imperfect the creator starts,
Imperfect the created ends.
Created: May 18, 2010ManWithHat Document Media