Some people can wade and be okay but if I enter, I know I'll stay please don't make me promises I know once I'm stuck you'll go away
some people are not afraid to pass through I dip my toes in and traps me like glue that's why I was gonna run away from you but i look down and I'm already doomed
you see I thought that I'd tread lightly but that concrete grips my ankles tightly while you can easily act all flighty your final flight will be unsightly
I'm glad you're having a splashing time with me but i knew i shouldn't have even dipped my feet through your back strokes and front strokes you cannot see I'm stuck here in this liquid concrete
Inspired by a past poem of mine, "impossible girl" where I use a metaphor of liquid concrete