Written on 5-8-2015
Being in the middle of life
and what I have,
all I can do is go with the
current.
If I try to get out too
fast,
I will wash up on the shore.
Day in and day out,
I sit in this vast ocean and
wait;
the tide goes down when the
world is quiet,
and goes back up when the
day is raw.
While I lay here treading
water,
I wonder what would happen
if I went under...
but then I decide that it
won't make things better or worse,
it will just change.
If I had to say anything
right now,
it would be, “I'm sorry”.
Not for something I have
done
but for the things I never
did.
If I could go back in time,
I would be placed at every
disaster;
So if I were to go back in
time,
I would be exactly where I
am now.
I lost my boat a long time
ago;
it took in too much water
and went under.
So I sit here and wait, not
for someone to save me,
but for the water to drift
me to the shore.
