Flailing away
Feels like I flail away endlessly in a futile endeavour to grasp some general aim in life, at first seemingly able to reach that goal, as a young toddler reaches out to grasp playfully at a water in a pond that is out of reach. And like that toddler, I splash fruitlessly on the surface of the water or reach deeper and risk falling head down drowning in deep briney pool. Dreams remain vague and ambiguous as the vastness of the pond meanders out into the sea of confusion.
Worse still if I drag others with me.
Worse still if I drag others with me.