Drowning

Everything’s gonna be alright.

What an illusion! A hope inspiring lie! But why? I walk the same road I was on twelve years ago, in shoes that bared my toes. The boots are now strong and the story is too long, unfit to be a song. My shoulders that were once free now carry the weights of life. I’ve grown, been down and up again but I don’t see any path being shown. There’s no water yet I drown.

Everything’s gonna be alright.

I tell myself again, suffocating, caching for breath until I hit the bottom; until I float again, maybe this time the shoes may still be the same.