I like to call my mind the Waters,
for I stay swimming in my thoughts.
Forever diving before eye talk;
though, I can still see those who are just stuck wading.
Barely scratching at the surface,
as my vision keeps on fading.
So I turn on my inner guide-light
to assist me in my quest.
I might be too deep in these Waters,
I think it would be better to save my breath.
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