Waterworld Snouts

you were the high water mark
there's been close calls since but i've watched them try hit the wall and then quietly recede.
i watched you go on until my eyes couldn't focus on you

now i play a thousand different games in a thousand separate seconds and wait for my number to be called. to be given the ok to walk down any given street i desire.

on the way home i saw a slapping fight between two hipster ladies, while a hipster boy watched on bashfully. the absurdity at redlights can be baffling.

i bike on as i do in my way and think of how there's too many young folk with bikes.
i wear a uniform even though i craved my own individuality i followed the high water mark. watched all the other waves push on into the horizon and try my best to follow suit.

maybe in the hopes to clash with you again, or maybe because i'm sick of holding this measuring stick.

either way, work is coming on way too soon. and the sun isn't bashful and doesn't mind stopping silly fights.
goodnight tigresses and anteaters, here's to a completely new divide