Something tells me we are halfway
I have become an anchor
Sink! I tell myself
Drown! I tell myself
Hit the ground of the ocean
Or she’ll surely float away.
I truly want to be here
I just don’t think I can stay
Help is overboard
I have choices I must make
Sink! They tell me
Drown! They tell me
Make a home below the waves
A sinister calm has hit my temple
Something tells me we are halfway.
truth #12
