I’m standing in a foot of water,
Trying to be deep-
But all I can do is drown.
And if I say-
Thank you for inspiring me to breathe,
You take that as an invitation to save me and I find myself filling the pool a little bit more so that I can hold you under and watch you save yourself-
I don’t understand the question.
My head cannot swim around it and my thoughts cannot nail it down in place long enough to swim around the answer-
It offends me.
Perhaps I have lived poorly.
Or was poorly lived.
Is that even a life? Is there a better question?
The answer is, you’re right. I’m lonely and nothing feeds and nourishes this intellectual-
I am standing in a foot of water, and I’m trying to be deep-
But all I can do is toss pebbles that sink like rippleless stones.
Nothing I do seems to go out-
It just drowns within.