Shallow
The shallow end of the lake never kept it's allure for long. No stranger, I, to the deep end and deep-end diving -- smooth as silk in the water and holding out until the very last second before my lungs wanted to burst for more air. I wanted to touch the bottom, always, to find the unknown and what awaited there.
My life has flowed this river as well. I never stay in the shallow end and test the waters. I dive into the deep end, revel in what awaits, and I hold out until the last second, until my heart wants to burst. I always reach for the unknown, hoping to question out what awaits there, to uncover the truth, to ferret out what people really mean when they speak.
I think I've headed back for the shore lately, climbing up the bank and leaving the water behind. I'm ready to jump back in the deep end, and I don't feel like letting anyone stop me.
My life has flowed this river as well. I never stay in the shallow end and test the waters. I dive into the deep end, revel in what awaits, and I hold out until the last second, until my heart wants to burst. I always reach for the unknown, hoping to question out what awaits there, to uncover the truth, to ferret out what people really mean when they speak.
I think I've headed back for the shore lately, climbing up the bank and leaving the water behind. I'm ready to jump back in the deep end, and I don't feel like letting anyone stop me.