Before I knew how to swim
I took the wrong path into
The white/orange sky.
The swirl sun hypnotizing me; making me want to move forward.
Like the water I gaze into;
In the distance
I hold back not knowing, how to enter the blue.
I enter the sky with my wondering thoughts.
Rather than;
Entering the ocean blue.
Life holding me back;
Like a lock on a gate.
Wanting to keep moving forward,
My feet stick to the ground
Like the roots of a tree.
I try to keep pushing
But
I am just
Not Able
To swim……….
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