Swimming to infinity, not the problem
In the ocean, I jump
got fins on my feet
propellers to say
I’ve got reasons to live.
For hours I swim,
the waves I divide.
No concerns
what’s underneath,
does not matter at all.
A piece of rock somewhere I touch
to tell its time to head back,
little room on the top
to rest and catch a breath.
No bottle I’ve brought
no power candy at all,
it’s going back
what takes the toll,
what I need reasons to go for.
