Floating all alone,
With water as far as you can see,
No responsibilities to home?
Is your mind filled with how much,
You love where you are,
Or how you'd love to just be swallowed up?
Am I close, so far?
Maybe the solitude makes you think,
Of all the things you could have been and done.
If you could, would you just keep on swimming,
To a new destination?
There's only one place to go,
When you're given the opportunity,
To face the abyss of what-ifs:
Back to reality.
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