DROWNING

I am used to drowning

It’s what I do

Sometimes without reason

Because it’s easier to gasp for breath

Than grapple with reality.

I want to come up for air

I want to

It’s what I want

But not what I do.

I am used to drowning

It’s what I do

Floating meaninglessly through slime

While it takes me down under

And I feel happier to resign.

I want to come up for air

I want to

It’s what I want

But not what I do.