Slow But Frantic
We are whirling
Spinning
We are out of control
So close to drowning
Yet somehow
We dodge the dangers that threaten us
The horizon is bright
But the swim to get there is long
And hard
Sharks circle
Waiting for the smell of our blood
Waiting for the bubbles that our legs make
As we swim
As we struggle
As we race
To the brightness
The glow
The serenity
The peace













