Ride It Out
To ride a turbulent wave,
like a surfer on his game,
or to spit rhymes like Giovanni,
yet you still don’t know my pain?
I give chase like a cheetah,
with it's prey in plain sight,
yet, that prey has obscured my vision,
with a mirage of sweet delight.
Confused with disillusion,
perhaps, with that which he thought he saw,
he retreats to his quite place,
to take refuse from it all.