If we float in the water and dont move our arms, our arms will never be strong enough for when the tidal wave comes and carries us away from shore.

I trust myself and I trust my strength to keep me close to shore.
But I am finding that I no longer trust my friend to keep himself afloat and close to shore.

He see’s a mermaid and a deserted island full of treasure, rum, and relaxation. An island in which I am not physically ready to make the swim to.

I sense a great shift in wind on this ocean,

…and where once I thought my friend and I were stronger than nature. I am only finding that nature has begun to lock our legs and is trying to drown it’s rival equivalent.

I have never been fond of drowning…

…if I have no legs to kick, I have faith in my arms in which to swim.

The world is trying to make me my greatest ally…by drowning my friend.