we swap words, easy, black on white
thoughts and ideas, hopes and dreams
fall out of our minds and onto white on black keys
we go with the flow, wading out beyond our depth
catching thoughts as we move downstream,
knowing that the safest waters are upstream
near the banks, on solid ground
but as we drift, we lose sight of the banks,
holding our breath, we plunge beneath the rapids,
reveling in the false calm underneath the swirling waters
we wait until the very last gasping second before we surface
clinging to the last time we saw the banks, clinging to the knowledge that they are still there
before we bump our heads on the rocks or catch the current to the other bank.
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