The Tides

Wading: feeling the tides come in and go,
just as my good and bad days, you know?
Bad days leave a taste in my mouth,
as the ocean water brushes my lips.
Bad days leave me feeling like any
progress that was made swimming through the depths,
eventually sweep me back farther than I initially started.
Good days leave me feeling like I could swim forever,
admiring the horizon and beautiful life given to me.
There are days when I feel like I finally grasped solid ground,
and I am able to pull myself back to shore,
only to be fooled by this wondrous mind and its clever ways.
But like the tides, it comes and it goes,
waiting again for it to cycle,
waiting for the chance to escape,
and get away from the tides that bind.

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