When drowning, do your lungs deflate, expand, or burst?
Does your heart give out, before the last bubble rises to the surface?
Is it carrying your final thought, and as it bursts in a perfect circle
Can it still be caught, and understood?

Then, let me go, let me drown,
I’ll swim down to places of danger and delight
And watch you flounder far above me,
Treading water, staying afloat.

Just let me drown. You let me down
Again and again and again
I’ll never look up to any of you, now,
Do you even know that I still exist?

No. So, let me fall
Into and through some deep and distant pool
Anything to exit the stagnant shallows
Here, alone, I’ll let my soul deflate, expand, or burst.