Out of Water

My feet suspended in the tide, gasping for ground.

My limbs, tangled in an unexpected detour; turbulent wind.

Grant me a moment, swim to the side,

Catch my breath.

I'm out of, out of water.

 

The time escapes before my eyes. What is too late?

The thoughts; questioning the very purpose.

Should I leap or just win?

Grant me the silence, swim to the side,

Catch my breath.

I'm out of, out of water.

 

A legend in my own mind.

A masterpiece with blurred lines.

Incomplete, imperfect; tangled in this self-important ride.

Is there a swing to this?

Or is it meaningless,

With no end in sight?

 

Grant me a moment, swim to the side,

Catch my breath.

I'm out of, out of water.