We yearn for control.
Splashing and swimming,
in an ever-changing current.
It will decide when to crash,
when to pull us under,
or let you ride to stable shore.
Everything gets caught,
in this current, even time.
Reflecting yourself,
in glass-like calm.
Or in angry gray waves,
where you’ve lost your reflection,
yourself...
How often do we strive,
for calm waters?
How often do we predict,
the tides?
How often do we think,
of hurricanes?
Why not just go,
for the ride?
