At The Bottom

Life ties us all to a sinking anchor, seas roll with waves of fear like thunder; what a price we pay for glory, yet still it makes me wonder Is this the bottom of my soul, the end of what's to be if I ever make my peace, will I ever really be free Where do I go from here, how do I rise above to find a better life, what's that thing called love At the bottom of this ocean I'm drowning in my tears for me it's been eternity, yet only 34 years Swim against the currents, I know I have to try pray I find my way back home and live before I die The bottom of it all is where you have to start to make it to the surface, the answer's in your heart It's an endless struggle, will it ever stop just take it nice and steady, you'll make it to the top The bottom of the ocean is a dark and lonely void keep your head above the water or you'll go paranoid The day you surface from the sea is when you know you've won that's when your anchor rises, to your raisin in the sun. Copyright 1996 SmSThis is very personal for me, it was written at a time when I began to seriously ponder over my existence.  What would my future bring?  Uncertainty of life. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 06:54 AM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   12 • 5 • 1