i feel myself

constantly being pulled

into the riptide.

 

i don’t make

the waves myself,

they are led by

all the other currents

fighting over who

will be in the spotlight.

 

and though i’ll watch them

from afar and laugh

while they squirm,

i’ll be waiting for one

to reel me completely in,

letting me follow their lead.

 

and as i spiral

down, over, up and out

i’ll still lay low

on the backside,

begging for someone

to gawk at me

but not be swept

into the water.

 

and i’ll slowly fade out,

 and wash upon the shore,

wondering why i get

so carried away

in the uproar