The current and shade won't let me see you,
Down there where I know you are.
And I crouch here on the bank with my eyes held still.
Knowing you're down there, looking up.
So, I jump in.
I can't breathe but I soon figure out how.
And our world flows over, and tries to carry us away.
In an exchange of ideals and wills, we make a trade.
All while we've caught each other and given up the world we had.
To let it wash away while water fills our lungs.
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