The Bouts of the Tide

I don’t think life’s supposed
to be this way
Fighting against the tide
And remaining in place
Dreaming of the worst
And hoping for the best
And you find a middle ground
A limbo between wanting and waiting
The water washes over but it’s not very clear
Your impossible thoughts pollute
And you cannot see
Until the tide goes away and you see clearly
But you know it returns with a power stronger than the last, or so it seems