Hat Geschwommen

 

 

Sinking into the ground

my feet turn into tar

my mouth will make no sound

the pickles find a jar

 

Sinking down deeper

fruit appears to shrink

i see the Grim Reaper

He's had too much to drink

 

In a period of suspension

i feel my mind go free

i receive an honorable mention

a dog climbs up a tree

 

Excellerating upward

everything goes black

Time is traveling backward

i want my old life back

 

Finally reaching surface

my body flying high

I need to find a purpose

Before I chance to expire.