It will all end

Have you ever wondered,
At the blue ocean sky?
Stretching far, never ending,
Circling back to where you stand,
And as you stand there,
Suffocating on its breath.
You will know, that
It will all end.

When the waves cease
To lap the damp ocean floor.
And the mirrored music of
The sun brings you home.
When every breath you take
Is made inside a granite floor,
One thought crosses your mind and
You will know, it will all end.

--Mohan