As I feed the fire
of the undesirables...

I find myself,
drenched in water....

With only a life preserver,
to grasp on to...

I find the water beneath me,
to be laced with time...

The time I find stagnate,
that holds no truth..

As the air I breathe,
has me looking for the next...

I find it only to be,
a figment of my imagination..

I must first hold my breath,
to appreciate the air I breathe..

The body is a natural machine,
that changes in time...

Time which we cannot hold on to....
Yet time is the only thing we have...