Fighting my way to the top of the water,
I just need some air.
I’ve been holding my breath for so long,
fighting to breathe…
Fighting. To. Breathe…
The world beneath the surface is going in circles, but doesn’t revolve around me…
Sure, there’s beauty, there’s life, but their serenity makes me dizzy.
Everyone goes about their business as if the waters aren’t drowning them, and yet, it’s killing me.
They don’t know they’re dying, they’re just glad to be free.
If I could only get to the top and catch my breath, there would be no one on top to look down on me.
Hey, there’s a sailor navigating towards me, he doesn’t have a care in the world as the waters carry him downstream.
I’m fighting my way up, but he cannot see me.
In frustration and desperation, I make it to the top, but the waters of aggression covers my mouth.
The waters are good to him. He relaxes as it carries him wherever he wants to go.
”Help! I’m over here!” My yell sounds more like a dry whisper.
I’m weak and weary, and fighting for my life.
He’s no longer in sight.
I need a lifeboat…
I need, a lifeboat…