The field is wide with many options,
but to many pull us under.
drowning us in the sea of guilt and temptations
trying despertly to keep your head up
just for a gulp of air
to stay alive a moment longer
you see others that float on top, easily
They succeed at life.
Trying to emulate them only pulls you under
You wish that one might see you
pull you with them,
but that will never happen
It seems easier not to breath
and be pulled under
to where the skeletons and black soals
become your friends
Where the sun's warmth
will never burn your flesh.
But something keeps your head bobbing
and gasping for air
but not much longer
oh, not much longer at all |