Life is a swimming pool
or maybe the ocean.

Everything seems to float around
(occasionally they even bump into each other)
and the cleaners clean it all at night
when nobody’s looking (for a fee).

I’m a less-than-proficient swimmer
(at least I think I am).
I kick to stay above the water, but
if there really isn’t anyway to fight
the current forever, why not just
let the world take its course?

I mean, if your fears come true, then so be it.
If your dreams don’t come true, then so be it.
If you fail to achieve your goals, then so be it.
“Que sera sera,” right? So be it.

Whatever will be, will be.
I could grab onto my fears forever
or I could let go, kick and stay afloat myself.
We’re meant to float after all- we’re 70% water.

Lifeguard’s on duty. We are all in very good hands.

There isn’t really any need
to do the backstroke in bed
and stay awake over little
worries and think of how
the world seems to be, and how
it gazes upon me, but instead, we
could look upon it, splash it with water
and laugh.