Alterum ego loqui?

Note before: Last paragraph is not in same vein as rest of poem, like a kind of reflection note after the conclusion in verse before.

Alterum ego loqui?

Confusion wreathes upon my prow, breaking the still and even fog;
This Ocean never understanding, what simply becomes a Monologue.
And what I, the ever learning, glean from my ardent show;
Never does impart on this murky surface, but sinks below.

Does each following wave change its will?
It doesn't seem to strive any further up the shore.
Does it even have a will, my friend?
Tide till next tide, unthinking, unaware.

A spray of foam upon an unsifted sand,
Too no lower depths do you plunge?
Or even think to splash at the simplest veil,
Or at shadowed crag unseen?

I sail your oblivious sea this day.
Leaving the wake as I pass, but it only lasts that second for me.
I learn your ocean's lay, but you shall never discover mine own.
Hope for the sight of land plotted for, so steadily grown,
Endowed with trees and mountains, reaching for the Heavens.

"We lay waste our powers" he said once,
I suppose he didn't mean it for this ocean,
That wants not and finds use for none.

Authors Notes: My first ever recrreational poem, the one that started it all.
Constructive criticisms are most appreciated!
"A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her." David Brinkley
I want to build a fireplace, throw out your thoughts like soaring lead.