I do not stop as the water leaps,

Lapping around me, gracing my skin,

I cannot stop as the water speaks,

Beckoning me to dive deeper, to swim

I dance with notes and scales of my morning,

Mourning the pass of my fleeing free time,

I challenge points of a match’s poor scoring,

Finding my rhythm, acing my rhyme

I burn candles through the night,

Working on lists of things to do,

And still a fiery appetite,

Remains of lists I’d like to pursue,

The water speaks, it calls me in,

I learn to dance with it and swim,

And as I work, I do embark

On a deep blue journey, I am a shark.