Slipping Backwards

Always floating through life at an awkward gate,

Born to grow up and live the slide of live,

Never knowing where to go from there,

The tide will swipe you away anyways,

Buzz by it and let it on its way,

An image of far better variety as we watch,

The drain will always flow through after,

You flush away the construction of the day,

And hope that it does not bite back on you,

You will see the match you made on the part of your day,

Sliding around until not much of it is left to understand,

Monumental changes.