The more I am happy
The worse it becomes.
Kicking wildly in deep water
But the sparkling sun only recedes.
My joy is the weight of water
Far over my head
It seeps into my lungs.
My life, the stone to which I'm tied,
Drags me down
But ever so slow.
My days, bubbles large and small,
Leave me in search
Of the distant sun.
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