20 – Rip Tide

It’s time to go your own way.
Dance to the beat of a different drum.

Despite what you’ve been told,
consider the opposite option.

Forget:
accumulation
emulation
adulation
formulation
contemplation
relation in general……really

and expectation?
every……damn……one

Don’t stop believing.

Just

Stop fighting.

Stop kicking.

Stop trying to keep your head above water.

Stop!

This is the tide that binds, baby.
Rip tide.

Rip you apart.
To shreds.
A new one…if you get my drift.

And THAT’S the idea.

Drift away.

Give me the beat boys.
Free my soul.
Free my heart, too.

Because…

there is no
swimming against the current
against the tides of change
against the wind

When we were young and strong,
maybe.

But time is short…
it waits for no man
or woman, quite frankly,

So stop giving a damn.
The time has come.

Time for me to fly.

Would you like a little music with your poetry? Click here for the Rip Tide Playlist. Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month 2018, #20. Get a new perspective through poetry, read: EVIDENCE OF FLOSSING: WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND! Purchased your signed copy today! CLICK HERE