Electric current flowing on waves of time. Opportunities like old poetry lost without reason or rhyme. Everyday telling ourselves all will be fine. While trying to write positivity on each line. Stability gained and then lost again. Contemplating change but where to begin? Suffocated by the hourglass, choking on regret. Washed up on the shore, but it’s not over yet. No matter how many attempts it may take, Continue to paddle back out and find the break.