The lake.

Impersonating an ocean trying to be all it can be but still falling short in its magnitude.

I sit here, the waves amplifying the wind, staring at the curve of the earth I see at the horizon.

Maybe everything will be alright – it says to me

Assuring my anxious nature

You have a way of making waves into tsunamis and strong winds into hurricanes, don’t you know who you are?

You are an ocean,

pretending to be a lake.