Grasping for straws and always heaving for some air.
When swimming in the ocean you never forget that you are swimming.
You keep on kicking and paddling without ever thinking of it;
no one whispers in your ear, "hey buddy you gotta keep going."
And that's how most of life is handled.  You just do it.
But if you think you don't want to swim anymore,
then it becomes something much more difficult.
Having to whisper lies and secrets into your own ear may keep you clear,
but every battle will be a struggle, and no side will win like they used to.
The end will be the end of most real wars neither side knowing if they won.
Both sides wishing that it never happened in the first place.
Dreaming of a place of where you both stood in the beginning.
one day you'll come to a conclusion of whether you have been defeated, or you have been defeated.
No one else will ever be able to tell you otherwise except for your other self.
When your blood soaked insides finally decide they feel too much.
When feelings turn into mush and not even a touch can bring a rush.
You'll either have to lie to yourself one more time or ask yourself the question.
Do you feel like swimming anymore?