Metaphor of Myself

Each wave,
and every ripple,
all the white caps of a life,
I could be the tiniest shell,
or a great white shark,
in my ocean,
it depends on how I look at myself then,
with my ups and downs at that moment,
like the flight of a seagull,
soaring,
and then,
you,
drop a little,
and soaring upwards,
as if in a dream,
but if there is ups in my life,
there will be downs,
always,
even though there are ups,
and,
downs,
waves and white caps,
I can always find,
something,
if its the silver lining,
soaring upwards again,
or even sinking like a heavy weight,
I will try to find the best of it,
always.