He looks back at the shore.
He can see everyone he loves,
calling for him
begging him to come back.
He knows he can still make it,
but nothing seems to matter anymore.
He could save himself,
but this moment passes slowly and at the moment there is no consequences.
In his mind everything will work out fine.
The rocking of the gentle waves beats back the worries and doubts that should be overwhelming him.
Just for a little while he tells himself but he knows the truth.
He knows refusing to swim in any direction would result in his death, but that’s okay.
So he drifts…
Further and further,
hoping he’ll end up in a place better then the one he left.
Doing nothing however, to make sure he gets there.
This paradise would have everything he ever needed without the need to find it.
He dreams away his life,
never quite feeling apart of reality.
His world is ending but he sees blue skies.
So he drifts…
