Shove Me Down
Shove me down the shallow water ,
Where the sound of the shrill shrieking subsides ..
Where stones float and bubbles drown ,
And toads make love to leaves
And leaves to pebbles..
Shove me down the pond ,
In a manner , that I never make it back .
To the surface ,
That is water
Which changes form due to condition ..
And hides the shallow water ,
Creating a perpetual ambiguity ..
For I can't drown
I must be shoved in ..
How I long to be shoved in that shallow water ..
Where I must breathe misery ,
And never die of suffocation ,
Where I must be hopeless
For being fearless
Or vice versa
A few Dawns I must remain
In some shallow water ..
And one fine dusk
When the water cools
And coils it's life into a slumber sleep ..
I must rise
And fling up into the night sky ,
In pursuit of the stars ,
And for the norm ,
Gravity must bring me down ,
To some barren sands.
I must hit hard
And lie on dreaded sands ,
And wait for wind ,
To tarry me along ,
Whilst the winds decide ,
I must cease to weep
And wander
And occasionally loathe living ..
Years or decades or centuries later ,
When it would be difficult to judge -out of hope or desert what was barren on a higher accord ..
A certain summer wind would blow ,
Till it would reach a noisy shore ,
Where my remains would crawl into a crooked wooden boat ,
With a sailor bereft experience ,
And relatively indifferent crew ..
The sailor ,after traversing a few miles from the port ,
Would leave the boat on its own ..
And it must float
To meet some silent shore ..
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