Stealing

If more than satisfaction could take away those waves,
deep and robotic, set out for one goal and accomplishment.
Their whole existence and purpose is to pursue what they were created for.
No remorse of what they wash away,
no second thinking or sympathy for those who do not wish to be taken, just a clear obstacle race to the finish, on going and on going, without a stop.
I could not ponder a wave for longer than the wave would ponder me,
pouring my vision into defect, as purpose will not stop,

only for those who may not have been washed.