175 ft. down

the sound of nothing is astounding sometimes/ better when it is the familiar sound of a good friend/working light and inspiration/ working sight that hardly has the will to see/ make believe that this is my kingdom/ i am only as deep as the surface/ only as strong as the waters best pressure/ the middle of the lake found me wanting the depth of 175 ft/ for fish to pick the flesh from these thick bones my mother gave me/ amazing how days bring us into the brightest and the darkest moments/ how moments tend to fly by/ holding them like water/ making them into everything/if for only a moment/ i walked straight through/ my fears have gotten the best of me/ standing in front of the flames/ jumping through hoops/ make believe that i am on top again/ dream that i am almost as good as i once was/ start fresh/ follow through/ stay connected and not to fish 175 ft down/ if you heard the sound of my voice...does it bore you?/ i bore me/ but i may be the only person in the world that finds myself just a fascinating/ a strong point/ i am following nothing and looking for something/ i am in love with an idea/ one that was not even remotely thought up by this dulled intellect/ i once held a high IQ for a 9 year old/ it was an old friend that i lost with the rest of my memory/ find me a place to watch it all go down/ i will sit quiet and love profound/ i will be genius again/ i will swim 175 ft down/ say hello/ swim to the surface and breathe again..... and say goodbye to my flesh.