November 3, 2011
One little step
Possibly a push
And then your gone
Deep down
To the depths of the beyond
White noise then
Your in your own world
A world of endless thought
Bubbles float up
Little trains of air
Traveling to the surface
They move before your eyes
To quickly touch
But hurry, it's time to leave
You're running out of air
Back to the top
To start all over again

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