Sunday, November 29, 2015

Drifting

With each unremarkable day
my moorings are losing their grip,
I feel myself slipping away

the fibers are starting to fray
as I disconnect from the slip
with each unremarkable day

and drift towards the unending gray.
Most think it a lighthearted quip
'I feel myself slipping away'

but it's truer than I care to say
while forfeiting starch from my lip
with each unremarkable day

and trying my best to belay
this less-than-enjoyable trip.
I feel myself slipping away

and though I would much rather stay
my vessel has begun to dip--
with each unremarkable day
I feel myself slipping away.

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