let the poetry flow from me
like water flows through mountain streams
I invoke you my muse, and as the Greek you don't exist
but truly I'm inspired by something, my muse - it is this
that though i should be dead i live
that though i should whither i don't die
that, in the scorching weather, i thrive, overcome, rise
up and above, outward and over, got trials, i can overcome another
and keep them coming because I'm never going under
gonna turn my poetry into the ability to swim
never gonna suffocate at the hand of my demons, I'm gonna suffocate them
push their heads under the water as i use their skulls as ladder steps
I'm climbing out of the ocean and I'm wearing mad hatter hats
The water didn't drive me insane, it's insane that i survived
but here i am and I'm embracing the insanity inside
myself, but
I am not beside my self
not by my self even when i am alone

I will leave it up to you to decipher if
I'm referring to the voices or a divinity - both fit
(Hint: cling to it)