He is standing at the edge of the ocean
Watching the waves rush towards him.
But perhaps rebuffed by his woebegone demeanour
They stop shy of caressing his feet.
He gazes unwavering at the horizon
Waiting for some miracle to take place
A genie in the bottle maybe
To drive away all his troubles and woes.
He forgets that the genie is inside him
Just needing enough push to come forth
The miracle is always within our grasp
If we use our powers to release it.