Even when I’m swimming, it’s short lived.
Gliding, floating, cutting through the cool water
to suddenly find myself in an empty pool all alone.
This is no race.
Make believe can conjure up anything, except reality.
Change the guidelines,
dive back in and forget there was no water.
Bliss is whatever I transform out of what I ignore.
Better to pretend than spend forever in a desert on all sides.
I dip and dive to stay alive.
I’m the book no one reads, now they just stare at a screen.
It tells them who to be and what life means.