a mount

the full moon freak out ensues

the monthly bloom

of high tides

when everything

moves in over drive

the comfort of nesting

and doubting

personal besting

i need clarity and i need it fast

i cannot follow my father's footsteps

waiting for the day

when something gives

that's no way to live

break the cycle with will

and hide that fearful chill

of amounting to paychecks

while cradling regret