This is a poem written, not by me, but my best friend, Katie.
Your mind is a vast and endless sea;
your thoughts swirl and sparkle in the water.
What is swiftly said floats upon the surface,
and deeper thoughts dwell below
in the subconscious.
You can talk on and on forever
using just the thoughts that float.
But sometimes, you glimpse something
of great worth to you, glittering at the bottom
and so you dive.
You hold your breath
and swim down, down
until your hand scrapes the bottom
and you grasp that glittering thought—
but now you’re out of air.
You clamber for the surface
and come up gasping for air;
making your diction stuttered and clumsy
as you strive to relate what you’ve found;
so no one listens.
So you go back down to
find another thought. Like before,
but bigger, to stem the raucous
the laughter of those that mock
your precious, stuttered thoughts.
As you dive again, you soon find
that you like it better there,
among the deeper things of your mind.
So you take a heavy breath of water,
and let yourself drown in thought
Life can still be revived in you when
your corpse floats back to the surface,
and the air of reality is forced into your lungs.
But who among the dead wish to be living?
and who when they’re asleep wish to wake?