Do you know what it feels like to be taken up by forces unseen?
Guided along by the waves that one cannot help but ride?
I feel this feeling and cannot predict its acts
Whether alternating or direct currents
I love to be swept away
Unless this tide is ripping me out to where I’d rather not go
But then the moment is to unrather
I’m not a Mr. Going Somewhere
It’s an MGNSW
Maybe Going Not Somewhere Where
A moniker I can get on board with
Is one that doesn’t make sense
Because the clocks that tick around me
Do not tell the time
They only indicate
Whether I’m riding a particular wave
Or waiting for the next one
Tick
Splash
Tock
Roman Ryan 