Surfboard

A gateway to express creativity
No decree, requirements, or expectations
An ethical way of use is non-existent
Merely an object used for passion

Use It as you wish
Though the ocean is its playground
Gliding on the surface
Above many aquatic societies
Feet gripped to the fibreglass
Survival based on balance

Use professionally
And earn a salary
Not one shape is correct
Variation is rewarded
My weapon of choice
On a surfboard is where I prosper

Value doesn't come with the purchase
Only after memories are made
Does the object become valuable
Holding hundreds of waves within it
Whether completed or failed
Joy comes regardless

Who knew such a simple creation
Could free an artist?