Untitled #56

Freed from the shackles of time

Rather

Time has become my most precious asset

In its abundance I swim

Unafraid of the drain at the bottom

Slowly releasing what isn't mine

back into the world

I'm unbothered by the thought of growing thirsty

instead, I relish the fact

that today

I get to swim

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