It's hard to know,
When knee deep in ebb and flow.
Legs weakening to stand,
with your feet buried in the sand.

If you pull one up,
you'll lose your balance and even your cup.
One we keep selfishly filled,
While others sit in what they spilled.

The whole balancing act,
Unknowingly keeping us back.
From the overreaching progress,
of what may be regress.

What was the goal?
To keep us whole?
I'd like to drop my part.
I don't believe I have the heart,

To keep moving unknowingly on.
Past what we saw of dawn.
Laying down I have my relief,
"I've reached my end." is my belief.