It is not your fault the water is deep.
Whether you float or sink is a matter of choice.
Interesting things may be found at the bottom.
“I am going that direction,
Why not keep going?”
Up or down.
Bubbles always rise.
They have no will,
No muscles or thought.
They can’t perceive the light
they travel so perfectly toward.
They know nothing of light or breath.
Take yourself or let yourself
burst into the storm of air
Something will happen.