I

I’m a bottle in the ocean,
Drifting afar
Until I sink;

I’m a message that’s lost,
In translation, on a paper that’s washed.

I’m a voice
That’s trapped inside a conch shell;
Quiet yet present.

I’m a destination without a path
And path without a direction.

You see me but you don’t;
You can touch me but you can’t;
I am but I’m not.