i’ve always been here, day by day
drowning and sinking, just feels so gray
slimy greens—painted my fragile bowl
though unpleasant, i still call it home
“let’s play?” you asked
naive, just let myself drift–
from your blobbing words,
and bubbled voices,
crashing all over me like soft waves
“oh, you can’t float!” you blustered
as the tide and currents
pinned me down,
deeper with the depths
and from this, i never left
not a single step, in my blues
circling again
and again
but if ever you come back,
i’ll just count to three
let’s play pretend – where the bubbles can’t see
as the waves crash against the glass,
i just linger here, wondering –
will we ever play again, at last?
