kashbutta x swimming lessons.

out of all the things I've wanted to do, swimming was never one of them.
but now, im in desperate need of a lesson.
ive been pushed in the deep end and I feel my mind weak'nin, and...
suddenly, I wish I would have took up those saturday morning classes the rec offered.
then i could re-collect on everything that the coach taught us and just...swim.
but instead.
im drowning.
well not drowning.
but barely staying afloat.
the waters seeping through my throat and I think imma choke.
the pressures trying to keep me down and Im in need of some hope.
all of mines ran out a few yards back, and right now? im REALLY regreting not taking those lessons.
the diving board is everything I want to get away from.
and straight across is everything I seem to yearn.
I wanna swim there, backstroke and get there.
but backstrokes are something that I havent seemed to learn.
so instead of the perfect relationship and government paid college education.
the nice high-rise apartment and joy filled conversations...on the other side.
im in the middle of the waters trying to stay on top.
barely staying on top.
but still alive...and breathing.