Treading Water

Where do we go from here
treading water for too many years
keeping afloat; though never moving
feet are tired but the water's soothing

If I stay then there is no big act three
no final arc, no resolution to life's mystery 

I'll just one day sink under the waves
a slow decent into a watery grave
If I swim after the wrong star, I could be lost
all for a shot in the dark, a chance of hope, is that worth the cost?
 

Do I try to swim against the current?
have I the strength? muscles already ache from years of torment
what if I try to fight, what comes next
if I try will I be pulled into the depths
by unseen hands, or some Lovecraftian curse, 

an unseen force under the shimmering waves of course
a watery end to the stories discourse

Do I scream for aid, don't think my lungs can hold that much air
and I've not seen a boat of plane passing near
just me alone, an island afloat
an island of man, in distant waters - somewhere remote

Are those sharks in the water, looks like a fin reflecting in the sun
but my story shouldn't be over, I fear its barely even begun

I cant keep treading here, just kicking my feet
when the beasts of the deep are circling, ready for a meaty treat

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle