Quicksand
I was making my way with no hint of danger
And as I went along it even felt right as I went
But soon things began to feel a little stranger
Until I realized that if I struggled I’d be spent
It pulled me down and sucked me under part way
The grip was tight and the weight was too much
But trying to wrestle free was quite the tricky play
And what I did from here would prove to be clutch
Now firmly in the grasp of this sandy colloid
I feel trapped and helpless in this desert place
Having found within apparent solid ground a void
Caught in a mystery of both time and space
But the best way out is to slow yourself down
Easing out slowly rather than panic and fear
Assuring yourself that you surely will not drown
It’s only an experience in a very different sphere
There are some things we all must go through
Burdens we will all have to bare in this land
Don’t panic for this will not be the end of you
It’s just a temporary stop in some circumstantial quicksand