Bottle Opener

I am a wave, but I see no Ocean
Tossing and churning
Likened to monkeys swinging
So ignorant that I think my water
Is independent from that which surrounds me
I am bottled from the source
And labeled with a delusion
That there is some difference
To the purity that lies
Within this one of a kind skin
When we close our eyes
It all has the same taste
And satisfies all thirst desire
I am but a wave
Yet, it is the Ocean
That empowers me