I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.
Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.
Sometimes, a child will go under while their parent is watching, and they don’t even know anything is wrong. My mom asks if everything’s okay, and I say of course. Drowning is a quiet, desperate thing.
Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.
Drowning in silence; for in silence I shall never be disappointed …
Sometimes you're drowning yourself in your own words.
And we loved so blindly that we jumped in to save them and ended up drowning ourselves.
We are drowning in information but starved for knowledge.
