It's like I'm drawing water from the ocean with a tiny mug.

There's so much left to do, I can't brush it off with just a shrug.


I know right now it's hopeless.

A pathetic, never-wrecking, terrible mess.

I know you feel so out of place.

But don't you dare crumble under this stress!


Cause how vast is the ocean

If you keep sinking your mug non-stop?

It can take way too many tiring hours,

But trust me, you can draw every last drop.


It's hard at first, but you'll get used to it.

Put your heart and soul in it, you won't face defeat.

Don't even think of the consequences,

Don't count your loss and gain.

Just keep sinking your mug into the ocean,

Again and again and again and again.