In Passing

Who am I kidding? Who has the time?
These missteps are mine, stagger-stepped on the line.
Divine or design, this year's trade-off,
Has become less of a trade and a little more off.
So this water stands still, stagnant and unthrilled.
The shore is a race in which I'm always behind,
Or pushing too hard against its will.
But lethargic, lapping waves won't get you any wetter
And in a year's overlap, and it's not getting any better.
So do me the favor if no other savior comes forth,
Just don't break my silent heart here on Killian Court.