If You Should Go

Tried to swim to shore,
To move past the rising waves,
Threatening,
Ripping me apart.
But as I move,
Getting closer to nothing -
Each time pushing me
Farther,
Farther back.

There is no shore in sight,
Just miles and miles
Of waxy gray,
My mind in search of ground
To rest my feet upon.

No centre,
No home.
Fragments of perfection,
Under my throughts and dreams.