Tsunami

“Looking at the ocean makes me miss people,
and hanging out with people makes me miss the ocean”
And where is your devotion? Where is your love?
Where’s your passion, your desire to lit a fire of curiosity
In those wonderfully packed into the lunchbox of the classroom kids?
I just wonder you’re a teacher, Nick; you'd told me, so
Where’s your hunger to succeed?

I could see his emotion that seemed to make him blind.
-You know -I replied - it’s under, have a look, just under your feet.
You’re actually standing on it.
-But you’re…
That’s it. It used to be here, right in the heart, for many years
But … you see, I’m not a clown any longer. Had enough,
And it’s what all this about.

I wanna be a kid myself and sit watching the ocean.
Does it make any sense for devotion?
Will you count in my attempt?
And have you ever tried to be a teacher yourself?
Before preaching on the matter you’re not aware of
With hand gestures in a manner of 50 cent ?

So, let me watch my ocean even judging the circumstances
That it sometimes brings tsunami
And share my thoughts about devotion with someone
Who can understand Murakami.