Wandering Waves

A reminder of where I roam

Lost in thought,

I sail these empty seas.

Troubled with fleeting things,

I desperately search for a plot.

Despite my eyes,

I cannot see

the future highs

laid out before me.

Stuck in the valleys,

or so i always think,

until the waves beneath me

begin to shrink.

I lift my gaze but for a moment,

admiring the beauty all around,

but soon all the amazement

is lost as i plummet

back to the ground.

The number of times impossible to discern,

but if there's anything I've learned at all,

after years of dealing with this pattern,

it's that the greater the fall

and the higher the count,

the rougher the landing,

and the tougher the bounce.