I'm half way from the ledge i jumped off
and half way from the shore.
Wading water in the middle,
back and forth. back and forth.
a little less close, a little more.
I'm in the middle of having no idea what I'm doing
and being so sure.
clinging to something I don't understand
because it feels so wrong, but it feels so pure.
Its a lonely place out in the water
when your drowning
and getting tired.
It grows too hard to stay afloat
without the strength that is required.
Now I'm inching toward the ocean floor
with nothing left to be desired
and I realize ... I was done for from the jump.