Breathe. Inside and out the air goes
The waves tumble as I reach the surface
Graceful, through my lungs, the air flows
Turning, thrashing, drifting; sinking to disgrace
My heart pounds faster. The fight, it shows
Speculation and doubt. Never amounting to the pace
The fascia remains, unmoved. Below, nobody knows
Striving to win, compete, defeat. The struggle is this race
To earth, I return, in harmony with the depths, the lows
Inside and out the air goes. Breathe
