It’s not for lack of percipience that I turned my back; nIt’s just that I’ve become so absent from my own train of thoughtnI’m only just treading water; I’m only just treading waternIt’s not for lack of faith in what was shared that I had to leavenIt’s just that I’ve lost track of all the things you saidnAnd I’m only just treading water, just holding my head above the surfacenI’m not saying there’s any one thing that’s left me floating in the breezenOr that the earth has pulled me innI’m just not where I should be, I’m absent from my own train of thoughtnAnd if the venom spills like turgid winenFrom the mouth to which I belong, forgive menI’m only just treading water; I’m only just above the surface of what I’ve becomenWith sleep confined to rotten dreams and sweat drenching through my comfortnI’m just not able to take it all innI’m only just treading water, but it’s starting to seep innA breath to wake me, like the shock of falling as you driftnIt’s all that keeps me here; I’m only just treading waternBut it’s starting to seep in