Swimming In the Water of My Own Making
Swimming in the water of my own making.
Waiting to be found out, body quaking.
Thinking I have a few extra minutes snaking.
My co-worker in conspiracy is also shaking.
The stress has our bodies up and aching.
Give me an instant of easy leaf raking.
Or a day of cinnamon bread baking.
Or a day of creative print making.
Constantly fearful is a huge undertaking.
Waiting to be found out, body quaking.
Swimming in the water of my own making.
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