Tidal Waves Eventually Die Down, Too

Don’t go making a big splash now

Mama doesn’t want my clothes to get muddy

But I live for the artistic little splats

To decorate my shoes and bedazzle my pants

Occasionally, they mark my face

With battle paint for the invisible wars.

Only I know about them

Well, me and some other kids

I think even my baby brother knows they’re happening

But he’s still too little to really know.

It’s funny ‘cuz some voices say that I should

Make a big huge splash in the puddles

Or the lake or the whole ocean

But I know that the voices will remember

To come get me, even when the ripples fade away

And all the world forgets.