Only dead fish go with the flow.

Was never good with choices, so he never chose.

The universe was a friend and for him it chose.

Soon in calm water he was staying afloat.

Calmly floating with the waves

The waves they swung him back and forth.

He was here once and then not there anymore.

The sun was warm and the breeze was mild

And life was.. going.

Going, going, going

 

..and gone.

The water had a storm, the waves raged on.

The storm thundered and the waves thrashed.

The waves they swung him back and forth.

He was here once and then not there anymore.

Yes he fought. Ofc he did.

He fought and thrashed and kicked and screamed.

Barely but still staying afloat.

When he saw the waves bow and part

For her who had made her own path

She had had it easy. And try as he might

He couldn’t find a reason to say otherwise.

 

So he gave up.

 

He was done.

Done slightly with the waves and mostly with himself.

Along with the waves, he thrashed into the rock.

And when the waves left the rock, he was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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