Andrés Garcia

Shallow Waters

Those shallow waters

Comfortable and warm

Beckon always to stay

Linger and eventually falter

Under false illusion make you broader

Under false security make you hunger


Believe it or not

Drowning in these waters

Will be hell to endure

Face down, holding your nose

Eyes shut

I’m sure you’ll feel the burn


What’s the point

Of falsely becoming stronger

Those shallow waters decay

They don’t last much longer

They simply evaporate

Drying out in the sun

Everything turning to gore

Your body will not resist

Your skin burnt to charcoal


Out there in the deep waters

Wonder is always much farther

Guaranteed to be much more

Wisdom hidden

The sweetest of all the forbidden

Your legs kicking, getting better

Muscles growing stronger

Your mind comes along

As a whole you fill with honor

Scary at first

Full of intrigue and mystery

Sometimes those profound, dark waters

Are closer than you believe

No such thing as monsters


Those shallow liquids

Drowning in these waters

Will be hell to endure

Face down, holding your nose

Eyes shut

I’m sure you’ll feel the burn

So just lift your damn head,

Stop the eternal churn.