Poem: Ready to Float

There you are, and here I am.

Ready to be taken, but not ready to give up.

The plan might’ve escaped my fingers, for they are numb.

My nose smells the next step, and my eyes are open.

There isn’t much to say to anyone, for they are gone.

I hide my reason as the next, and there is nothing to change.

Deep within I am guilty, of something from long ago.

When I walked upon the water, and only a few saw me.

They thought me to be special, but I wasn’t.

People inserted discretions in wrong places, for it wasn’t the time.

There must be another prospect and you must see it to be true.

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