Drowning

When
it was fun
I would leap for happiness and think
Wow, this is the coolest thing ever!
Now
it isn’t 
And I find myself slipping away
a mossy, wet, decaying rock
Underneath my feet
and the waves are lapping away at me
Either to turn me into stone
or drown me
pull me underneath it’s clutches
until I’m gone.
I can’t do this again.