Or “Scioto Down (Bad)”
Fell into the water, chasing a rippled reflection;
Of what I saw, or what I thought I could see.
Swept up by my stream of unconsciousness,
Feeling exultant to float again; to be weightless, to be free.
I’ll drown in this naivety,
But I’ll suffocate happily.
With your hand keeping me under,
But your hand, touching me.
The innocence of the river, submerged in indecision.
Of what you can do, or what you thought was yours.
I’ll soon be carried away by time’s natural erosion,
And the waves that brought you comfort will crash along your shores.
I gasp, you pull; I breathe, you let go.
Such a dangerous game we play.
We drink, we drown; We’re never found.
Such a work of art, never displayed.
Let me catch my breath,
By taking yours away.
Then fill my lungs again,
With Love & hope decayed.