The hand that reached
out to save me
has long since rescinded
that opportunity.

Left on my own
to struggle with monotony
amidst the masses
feeling the same calamity.

Surroundings close in
and limit my mobility.
They don't want me to flee,
rather that I stay in stupidity.

But I have one little edge
over the powers that be:
I see in their 'mighty' displays
stress cracks belying frailty.

An undercurrent has formed,
a flow to drown the enemy.
Rise up and overflow your banks
and sweep me away to destiny.