Friday, January 30, 2009

Gravity (2009)

Gravity pulling ruthlessly
Bringing me down beneath the sea
Air supply is growing low
Breathing laborious from below

Patience drains at a rapid pace
Bringing me down against the race
Overcome the odds I must
Or it's my time to return to dust

Sea developing turbulent
Bringing me down against ascent
Wayward hope is all that's left
Can I claim I did my best

Suffocating plight abounds
Bringing me back to many rounds
Fighting against gravity
To beat the deadly raging sea

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