I slowly walk the edge of the ocean.
In the past I was frantic,
trying to collect my things before they float away.
Let them go.
I see that these things that I cling to
keep me stuck here.
I will float away
and maybe that'll be fine.
Even if it isn't I'll know
for once I am no longer sinking.
I watch you and I often wonder.
Are you choosing to sink?
The anchor is not tight,
you can just wiggle out.
Do you dare?
It doesn't matter anymore.
Save yourself,
no one else ever will.
This I know as fact.
