Heart black, soul lack.
Life murk, voice crack.
Bypassed by that one drop of river water so I chase it.
Panting, I swim no longer to stay fit.
The waterfall is nigh.
I must be high.
But I’m not afraid.
Less true words have never been said.
Lining up we are back at the pool.
The crowds cheer as I dive in and the water is so cool.
I was not wrong, it was worth everything.
As I approach the finish line, I am her king.
My head has scars from one too many a miss.
But all that is lost as the crowds hush as we kiss.
Heart pure, soul allure.
Life cure, voice sure.