The Cypress stands alone, nobody around him, beauty and grace far away, in front of him only the Ocean, that is wider than he first guessed.
He's immersed in his thoughts up there, while the Ocean is silent, not listening to his words, ignoring his cries.
He wants to break away. But he's forbidden.
He wants to reach the Ocean. But he's forbidden.
He wants to touch the Ocean. But the Ocean is cold and distant.
And never never again - he cries - will get closer.
He still stands tall and honest on that rock, he has nothing to be ashamed of, his feelings are real and pure. He cares. From there he can see farther than the clouds above the horizon, but he is not allowed to tell what he can see, his heart crushed by the principles he must follow, written on the walls around him, imposed by the cold and heartless Ocean he is staring at. There is no future here.
There is a present. We can create the future.
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