Deep Thoughts From the Deep

My thoughts breath, like a wave from the deep, Some are fleeting and breaking too soon. Others grow steady, becoming bigger than big, With all of the help from the moon. And just like a wave, that's out in the deep, I can't tell which idea is the best. My ideas are confused about where they are heading, Like a wave heading east or due west. To the shore my thoughts head, gaining momentum, Coming together directly to land. And like a great set of waves breaking to beach, They wash up all over the sand. The waves of my thoughts, from the deep they do come, Some are huge and some are mundane. I like my ideas that are perfect rip curls, I wonder, Are your thoughts kind of the same?