Tidle Waves victim.
The waves thrash upon me like a tidal wave
trapping me in the drowning end like a slave
reaching for a breath of a simplicity
but I get the instant taste of toxicity
smothered by the water I inhale
I gasp for a breath but struggle and fail
reaching out for help but find I am alone
I sink deeper into a comfort zone
becoming used to the status quo
I just drift with the currents flow
the path of predictability Is like a rivers Bend
there is no swimming out of the currents descend
So I ride the waves of life till I hit the solid shore
Hoping one day I will feel like I am drowning no more
and break away from the slavery of predictability
so that in the end I lose this state of vulnerability
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