Sinking

Out at sea.
Drifting.
You think you've found a life boat,
But it's an anchor.
Resting.
In shallow water.

You cling to it.
As a reflex.
You think you've got the answers,
But your eyes are not deceiving.
The waters
Levels increasing.

The tide is coming in
And you're time is coming.

You're too top heavy to swim.

I think that something is changing.
The air in my lungs is finding.
Two single hydrogens.
For every single oxygen.
I think that something is changing.
I think I may be sinking too.