How to be ocean?

Sometimes I want to sit on the shore,

Look at the sea,

Not the waves,

But deep inside the secrets it hold,

The souls of the dead men,

The debris dumped into it,

The sunken ships,

The hidden treasures,

A universe of floating objects,

Living in fear and darkness,

Taken against its will sometimes,

Looking at all this makes me wonder,

How can it never get tired,

And keep bringing it's waves back to the shore,

Making me envy why I can never be the sea,

Hiding away the secrets,

And just be sea in the eyes of everyone.