depths of the sea
in the depths of the sea
i can finally feel some clarity
i don’t have to worry about my identity
for the ocean is not my enemy
just momentarily,
there’s relief,
but the moment is short and brief.
as i’m pulled out of the waters
by my many supporters
i think to myself, you’re all traitors
would i rather be swallowed by death?
or be blessed by God’s breath?
for i’m in conflict
like an addict
stuck in his head
choosing between living and death
