Sinking deep in the shallow waters of misery

Fighting to come up with a boulder sitting comfortably atop me

Makes any form of movement aimless, what then is the point in swimming?

I’m swimming in the deep end with the sharks, it’s like they’ve come fishing.

Tilapia for dinner but I’m missing the right fingers

Burnt to a crisp touching matters meant to be forgotten.

I Stopped spending my days dwelling on what coulda been, shoulda been.

Thinking more on the possibilities coming with tomorrows gleam

I’ve finally accepted that Tomorrow is a love child of yesterday and today

It’s how I now understood that pretty soon tomorrow will become aged and grey.