I never swam much as a kid.
Never liked the water.
If I couldn't see, or touch the bottom,
Wasn't going there.

Making up for it now.
Wouldn't call it as much swimming,
As I would call it drowning.
Didn't wanna be here.

No matter how skinny I am,
I don't really seem to float, just
Seems its another thing pulling me under.

No matter how kind I am,
I don't really seem to warm the pool, just
Seems its another thing chilling it over.

My life is a cloud cycle,
The clouds are light and fluffy when all is well.
As water begins to evaporate into the clouds as,
More problems and thoughts plague the clouds they darken.
Turning grey and heavy before,
Precipitating out of my eyes in a physical form for you to see.

This heavy precipitation is what causes the levels of this pool to rise,
To a point in which I can no longer see the bottom.
Nor can I touch it or feel it.
Really... there isn't a bottom at all...