I've always been a good diver
but somehow my boundaries
took to the river
and I feel like I'm always
forcing my own way upstream

Instead of letting my dreams
float, steer and catch hold of
the things that are good for me.

Lost in the the undertoe
I begin to shiver and quake
while bits of me break off

and flake and dissolve
in the acidic oceans of inanity
that engulf us all.

So, I'm left catching hold
of pieces by each finger and toe
hoping to no one in particular
that I never let go

Control is an issue, I'm aware
that you can't hold it all
together on your own
but the current pushes on
and on and on

As I try not to fall asleep
and drown, choked by the weeds
the silt and stifling mud
of my own insecurities