pretending
i could pretend i can swim
backstrokes, butterfly
upriver
or going
with the stream
it wouldn't take much
to convice the crowd
everybody kicking
for their own struggle and dreams
who would see
below the surface
my life jacket
the risk i take
who would say
my strokes don't work
my pedaling
is useless
when we all follow
each other
in tight
formation
none of us needing
another weight
to carry
barely making it ourselves
i could pretend...
but i like floating more
looking
up
as far as up will reach
in weightless
solitude
aimlessly
reaching my shore
