Trawling the depths of the underworld i recognize my home and task While for many the surface holds solid i somehow stumbled beyond the mask Twas dark and terrifying to start with engulfed by fear when i first waded in but now ive come to understand the waters and lay back with a tonic and gin They sometimes call us amphibious, say we speak in our own separate tongue well its quite fun to be bilingual, when youre lost you can choose any place to turn Trawling the depths of the darkness ive held in my hand Pandoras box from it has slithered out snakes and toads from it has jumped out frogs But lying in the middle when all fell out i discovered something with shock i discovered was a golden key lying there that can open any realms locks Coming up to the depths of the surface i find my eyes i need to shade the suns strong light blinds me bad i need a new suit of clothes made I guess im more of a miner, or a fisherman in Hades deathless seas than a farmer or a builder, or restaurant owner serving delightful teas To each their own worlds, to each their own spaces to each their discernings of gold Through my diving suit mask, i recognize mine it brings me blissful delirium untold.
Posted on: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 13:07:33 +0000