Quicksand..

In the wilderness of this world,
we run together,
hand in hand,
chased by creatures of our past.

On this trail of emotions,
We tread with trepidation,

hoping each moment,

for time to camouflage our tracks.

Lost in the frenzy of getting lost,
We walk unknowingly through,
that foliage of friendship,
into the quicksand of love.

We thrash,flail and squirm,
to find a way out,
but all that our struggles do,
is just make us sink into it more.

Perhaps only drowning completely,
will let us know the depth of it,
or we could just stop trying,
and get out by just letting it go.